Like all young children, my two oldest daughters want to be special.

They love when I tell them about their births and their babyhoods and what they meant to us. They love to hear stories of funny little things they did that made us laugh.

Inevitably, certain jealousies arise. “But Quinn was your very first baby,” Ruby complains. “But Nora gets to be the baby forever,” whines Quinn.

Don’t get me wrong. Mostly I think these sorts of disappointments are good for them. I want my kids to realize […]