I keep forgetting about Z. We're a family of five, and yet, I only set up four places at the table and add his spot hastily last minute every time we eat.
He only gets a sandwich when he sees his brothers eating theirs and requests one (rather loudly).
It makes sense to me that he has the loudest, deepest voice of the three. Nature set it up that way. He was seriously born with a resonating voice. I remember hearing his screams when he was born, echoing off the walls of the operating room. I asked hubby why he was so loud. That was my very first question about out baby boy.
Now I know the answer. How else am I going to realize he's there when there's chaos?
Trying to recalibrate my mind to include him as a viable and respected member of the family.
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