"Mom, it's hard being the oldest", said Judson (our oldest of 4) as he leaned in for a hug.
me,  "I know", giving him a big squeeze. 
I was the oldest too....and I remember the frustrations of it well.
simple and true. 
I wish I could make being the oldest easier.  I try.  I wish I was able to give you all my attention and not be so distracted. 
Tonight we are heading into the art studio to have some alone time together.  I hope that will help.
I love you, my sweet (oldest) boy.

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