I just need to share this today.
I’ve Always Loved You Best……..
Dear First Born
I’ve always loved you best because you were our first miracle. You were the genesis of a marriage and the fulfillment of young love. You sustained us through the hamburger years, the first apartment, our first mode of transportation (1955 Feet), and the seven-inch TV we paid on for 36 months. You were new, had unused grandparents, and enough clothes for a set of triplets. You were the original model for a mom and dad who were trying to work the bugs out. You got the strained lamb, the open safety pins and three-hour naps. You were the beginning!
Dear Middle Born
I’ve always loved you the best because you drew a tough spot in the family and it made you stronger for it. You cried less, had more patience, wore faded hand-me-downs, and never in your life did anything first. But it only made you more special. You were the one we relaxed with, who helped us realize a dog could kiss you and you wouldn’t get sick. You could cross a street by yourself long before you were old enough to get married. And you helped us understand the world wouldn’t collapse if you went to bed with dirty feet. You were the child of our busy, ambitious years. Without you, we never could have survived the job changes and the tedium and routineness that is marriage.
To My Baby
I’ve always loved you best because while endings are generally sad, you are such a joy!! You readily accepted the mild-stained bibs, the lower bunk, the cracked baseball bat, the baby book that had nothing written in it except a recipe for graham-cracker piecrust that someone had jammed between the pages. You are the one we held on to so tightly. You darken our hair, quicken our steps, squared our shoulders, restored our vision, and give us a sense of humor that security, maturity, and durability can’t provide. When your hairline takes on the shape of Lake Erie and your own children tower over you, you will still be our baby!!!
-Erma Bombeck, 1971
Thank you so much Ma.
Pretty Grievances 
I love this.
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Oh. I cried. 🙂 Sending love.
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Erma Bombeck was always able to combine humor with incredible insight. Thank you for sharing!
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How lovely. Thanks for sharing:)
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I cried, too. Thinking of you.
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Too sweet. 🙂
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Made me cry too. Hope your mum is okay.
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crying too, love to you and yours x
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Thanks for sharing …Brombeck always looked on the “bright side of life” . Take care
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Made me well up too. There’s something very powerful behind those seemingly simple words. xx
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I read and enjoyed Erma Bombeck even when I was too young to appreciate and understand what she was talking about. She was that good a writer.
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This is my first experience of Erma Bombeck. I am off to find more – this is wonderful. Thank you
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This is really special. Thanks for sharing it- I thought of each of my own kids as I read it- and as the middle child in my family I thought, “That is so me!” xox -Laurie
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Such great wisdom from a sorely missed lady. Thank you for sharing this always appropriate thought…we are all so special no matter when we turned up in the family.
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Hey! You! Yeah you hiding being the laundry baskets of gaudy print fabric! You okay? There wasn’t a wearable Wednesday this week, miss you.
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You spotted me! I should have worn more subtle shoes. I’ll be back next week, I’m just taking a little emotional break I needed. Then I will once more gather my snarkriders to roam the sartorial plains!
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Good to know, you can’t just leave your stalkers oops I mean followers hanging. Take care, hope you are feeling better soon. Consider yourself hugged. ♥
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Those Doc Martens will give you away every time! Take all the time you need. We’ll be here when you get back. Take care!
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Thinking of you and hoping everything is well, or at least tolerable. Hugs sent : )
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