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     I remember when I first had oldest child, I was a helicopter mom. The child couldn't sneeze without me running him to the doctor. He had to have the best toys, the cutest outfits, and the most adorable everything. I read books on the best way to burp him, the safest way to potty train, and how not to screw him up too bad. I don't believe I finished that book, come to think of it. I would talk to him endlessly, and he learned at a very early age to roll his eyes at me. I admit, I annoyed myself, I was one of those parents. 


 
 
     It was a rough start making it out the door the day we were leaving to go to West Virginia. Really, really rough. To the point I cried. In the end, it was worth it. Our weekend was amazing. I never in a million years would have thought I would have said that, but I am. We survived camping an entire weekend with three children, and HAD FUN.   

 
 
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     Today oldest child turns fifteen. It is a difficult day for me. Each of his birthdays are hard. Because he is the oldest, he is the first to do everything. He was the first to take steps, the first to go to school, the first to become a teenager. Now, it is his fifteenth year on the earth. God, I am getting old. 
     He was a pain to give birth to. I won't go into horrid details, but the child owes me. I don't let him forget it either. He was a beautiful baby. Oldest was so quiet and never cried. He was always so peaceful and happy. Even as he got older, he never changed. He could make anyone smile no matter what sort of mood they were in. Now, youngest child is exactly like him. They are kindred spirits, and they are best friends, even with the age difference.