The Third Time is a Charm

    As I stood in line waiting to check out, I looked down at my youngest child who sat in her stroller. I noticed she didn't have socks on and didn't think too much about it even though it was late November. At least I didn't think much about it until I looked back up and noticed an older woman looking at my daughter. I thought I saw her glance at my daughter's feet, so I quickly said while shrugging, “She had socks and shoes, she just keeps taking them off.” Then I added, “I never would have let my first do that, but she's my third.” The woman simply laughed and said something I'll not soon forget. She said, “from breast milk to hamburgers.” I laughed out loud because it's true.    

    After the birth of my oldest daughter, I obsessed about every little thing. It's what new moms do. I think she was pushing four before I finally stopped cutting her grapes into eighths. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but not by much. On the other hand, my youngest is not yet two and I can't remember the last time I cut up her grapes that small.

    By the time I had my third child, I was comfortable being the mom of a little one. I didn't worry about sleep and eating schedules. I didn't fret over every little milestone. Instead, I simply enjoyed my daughter. It felt good.

    The trend has continued through her second year of life. I haven't analyzed and worried about her every tantrum. I simply deal with it and we move on with our day. It still feels good.

    I have a few friends who have either recently or will soon welcome their third little one into their families. I'm excited for them. Though first and second children are wonderful, the third time is a charm. At least it has been for our family!