The Oldest. Now that is a tricky one. With that comes a lot of responsibility and expectations to which these children typically rise and often times exceed.
In the scheme of things, I haven’t been at this “Mom thing” for all that long. 11 years and 9 months tomorrow to be exact. While there are some days I feel like I may have gotten the hang of this how-to-be-a-cool-yet-fair-and-firm parent thing, when it comes to my first born it’s always a new experience. Each and every day. Every season. Every year.
How do I get her to sleep through the night?
Should we let her be the youngest in her Kindergarten class, or give her a growth year?
Should we tell her that she is making a mistake or let her learn on her own?
Push or pull?
Give or take?
Yes or no?
While my core knows that I am equipped with all the tools I need and will ultimately make the best decision- that doesn’t keep me from questioning many parenting decisions with my first born and always seeking the advice of other wise moms and teachers. It’s been that way since she was 3 days old. She’s now nearing the end of her first middle school year and I found myself, just today, sitting in a deep conversation taking mental notes from a very wise teacher about my oldest child.
I suppose it will always be this way with The Oldest. And that’s okay, it keeps her Dad and I on our toes by looking at situations from different angels and appreciating the view from all sides as she is teaching us to do.