My babies were huge; at least the first two were off the charts. My third child arrived with great fanfare but no delivery drama, as he was dropped on my doorstep. He was my "chosen child" and was very tiny, very strong, and very scared. It took months of holding him pretty much around the clock to get him to settle down and feel secure and start to gain weight. His arrival into my life was a pivotal moment. His presence has been a molding force in my character. The unique challenges and exciting victories he has brought into our family have made us who we are. Thank you Harry! He is not so little anymore. He has grown into a fine man who is sweet, funny and really muscular. The rest of us are stretched out tall. He is the shortest but by far the strongest. We are all so grateful to have had the opportunity to love someone who is so different from the rest of us. It has been a life lesson. The grandkids all were huge babies too and have stretched out to skinny tall people. Watching us all grow and change and become who we are is such a privilege. Growth, like moving, working and learning, is necessary to have a full life. It isn't easy, but then, who said it was going to be? Go Figure!
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