I know this much is true. In a two sibling family, there is often the "golden child" and the "black sheep"
Toss in Type 1 Diabetes to one of the siblings, and I'm confident, it looks swayed.
Unbalanced. More doting attention on the child with wonky blood sugars.
The other feeling left out. Somehow feeling less special.
Somehow, God forbid: less loved.
So I found myself tonight, with my first born, past 10 o'clock (definetley after her bedtime) encouraging her to help me start work on an "under painting" on a blank canvas for me. After all, SHE is still very much a blank canvas, so full of potential.
I want to watch that painting come to be. Watch HER come to be. All the while channeling her strength and hope.
I love you Blue Eyed girl.
Toss in Type 1 Diabetes to one of the siblings, and I'm confident, it looks swayed.
Unbalanced. More doting attention on the child with wonky blood sugars.
The other feeling left out. Somehow feeling less special.
Somehow, God forbid: less loved.
So I found myself tonight, with my first born, past 10 o'clock (definetley after her bedtime) encouraging her to help me start work on an "under painting" on a blank canvas for me. After all, SHE is still very much a blank canvas, so full of potential.
I want to watch that painting come to be. Watch HER come to be. All the while channeling her strength and hope.
I love you Blue Eyed girl.
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