Babies of the family Unite!

I've always known I was 'special'. I got a fair amount of attention from many different avenues growing up. Attention came from my parents, my siblings, as well as other adults whose children were already grown, and out of their homes. I had many mature influences.

Now, my definition of 'special' may be different than yours, especially if you wear the title 'first-born', but as the baby child of the sibling group in my family, I can testify to life being somewhat all about me. I was a tad spoiled, in all the best ways....and let me just say, maybe I wasn't supervised to the extent that my three older siblings were. I grew up confident, and able to entertain myself pretty well.


My dad had a nickname for me: 'pistol'. I had never been quite sure how honestly I came about having it titled to me, until now.....Enter stage left: our precious 3 year old, Zakera Joy. This baby child is special....don't get me wrong, I am not playing favorites. All our children are special gifts from God, but I understand, and can relate to this baby thing. She is loud when she perceives she is being wrongfully mistreated by her siblings, she is ferociously attached to sitting on my lap, she doesn't share well. Sometimes she gets spoiled in all the right ways, and no one can fault her for not being able to entertain herself, even if it means with a marker on her face! Needless to say, the name 'pistol' is being lovingly passed on. She is learning and growing each day into the delightful woman God made her to be.