Firsts are the best.
First relationship.
First kiss.
First job.
First house.
First baby.

There’s nothing like your firstborn. Nothing. That moment you become a mom for the first time changes everything. 

And even now, with my first being 10 and sassy AF, I look at her with amazement. How did I get so lucky? She’s smart and strong and funny and beautiful. She’s been a champ, dealing with so many changes in her life – divorce, remarriage, a little sister who can be an absolute beast. 

She is my constant. 

Through so many of those changes, it was always the two of us. I wondered how the hell I could ever love another child and my mom would say, “you don’t think it’s possible, but just you wait”. When her sister was born, I felt whole. 

I have my two happy, healthy girls and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t love one more than the other. I never could. But, there is nothing like your first. I think it’s because you’re kind of figuring out parenthood together (not that you ever fully figure it out). But while you’re having your firsts, so are they. You build a camaraderie. You build a bond. They are the only ones who will ever know what it’s like to have you all to themselves before a sibling enters the picture. They teach you so much and it shapes the way you parent. They rock your world.

Because there is absolutely, unequivocally NOTHING like your first.