When our first child was born, our world revolved around him. From the time we found out I was pregnant, my husband and I were talking to him and planning for his arrival. From birth, we were amazed at how much we loved that baby, and how his presence filled a place in our lives that we hadn’t even realized was empty. We poured all our love into that child, and our attention was focused on helping him to grow and develop as perfectly as possible.

Upon discovering I was pregnant with our second child, I began to feel a little worried. I couldn’t wrap my head around loving another person the way I loved our little boy. I prayed that I would figure this out, because I knew the new baby deserved as much love as our 2 year old. I thought back to the focused attention our oldest received, and began to feel guilty knowing our second born would get less of our attention, as we would be splitting it between the two of them. I was nervous about dividing my love.

But, then it occurred to me that our new baby would have something special that our oldest never possessed….a big brother. So, where our first born had the privilege of being the center of attention, our youngest would enter this world being loved intensely by three people, not just two. How cool was that??

When he was born, I was relieved that my husband and I loved that baby more than words could describe. I came to the realization that love is multiplied, not divided. Maybe the little guy is the lucky one, after all.