My precious Callie Jo was born 1/21/2007 at 5:33 am, 8pds, 21 inches long. I remember being that mother; thinking I had the prettiest little girl, fawning all over her and always having her dressed in the prettiest outfits with matching bows. As she grew older, she could do no wrong! She was perfect…and I was so proud.
It wasn’t until I had my son I realized the love I felt for Callie had to be multiplied by two. I had to make time now for two amazing little human beings, to nurture and teach them how to be the best they can be, to assure that I had done everything to prepare them for this wondrous yet difficult life. It got much harder to give my daughter the attention she needed as I had to divide my already limited time.
This is where Callie has amazed me. She loves her brother like he is her own. If another child so much as speaks cross to him, she is in their face. She nearly breaks down crying if we punish him for something that he has done—she has went as far as to hit her father when he’s swatted Clayton’s hand. She will love and protect him for all time, this is for sure.
I’ve learned so much from my daughter in these past five amazing years, but one thing is certain—she’s replaced a longing I’ve always had. A little girl to join me for pedicures and manicures, a small little princess to revel in the excitement of new cute outfits and fancy knee high boots. While I must be her mother and the disciplinarian, I will struggle with separating this relationship from a friendship as we connect on such a deep level. She’s my best friend, my daughter, my everything.