When child #1 begins to take over the pool when he wants to practice his flutter kicks...
A light bulb goes off! You break out the smaller pool for child #2 (which was thankfully already blown up and sitting in the porch), start filling it up with water, run to the basement (after cursing yourself for not buying the pink kick board for $1 at a garage sale along with the blue one that child #1 was currently using), and bring out the next best thing (but you talk it up like it is THE best thing), get lightheaded while trying to blow it up too quickly, and toss it to child #2 who acts like it is suddenly Christmas morning.
You glance over at child #3 who is at the very same time happy as a clam doing nothing more than staring at her very own hands...
And then you smile inside and out as you realize, for the umpteenth time, they are each
oh-so-special in their very own oh-so-special way.
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