Way back Wednesday
Frequently we refer to daughter #2 as the neglected third child. We joke about it, but it really is a thing.
When I was going through all the boxes of my children’s school work and art projects, there was twice as much of daughter #1’s stuff saved than daughter #2’s. C’est la vie.
I could feel guilty about that, but the truth is, it just means there was less to throw away twenty years down the road.
We have plenty of good stuff for daughter #2 to store in a future attic.
I think she knows we value her personhood. You go, girl!