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Every once in a while I stop and watch Miss S in amazement.  While Miss Q charges ahead with life, exploring and adventuring, Miss S gets pulled along like a barge, observing the excitement from the Ergo.  (Is it wrong to compare your nine-month-old to a barge?)

Sunday, amidst the bustle of having three children under the age of three playing in our living room, and socializing with a close mum friend, I suddenly realized that Miss S was the one interacting with their friend, Miss A, not Miss Q.

These first moments of play were tender.  Miss A, 10 months Miss S’s senior, was so patient as she pulled out plastic food from the Fisher Price kitchen and handed it to Miss S.  Miss A’s generosity didn’t stop there; she then lined barrels up for Miss S and didn’t whimper when Miss S went for her eyes instead of the barrels.

This newfound friendship caught me by surprise.  Because Miss A is soon to be a big sister herself, I have always mentally paired her with Miss Q.

Miss Q, for her part has always tolerated Miss A, who is 19 months her junior.  (Though it’s only been in the last few months that Miss Q has decided not to hoard her toys.)

Naturally, as the first notes of friendship were being played out on the mats, the green-eyed monster arrived.  Miss Q didn’t exactly try to break them up; she opted to meow like a cat at the top of her lungs and race around the living room for attention.

My heart went out to Miss Q, before attempting to quiet her down.  It wasn’t long ago that I was at play dates for my brothers and their friends and found myself the odd girl out.  It’s hard to fit in when you’re the oldest – awkward even.

As I attempted to re-direct Miss Q’s energy, I realized I needed to prepare myself for moments like this.  When your children are little, it’s easy to clump them together in group play, but clearly as they start emerging from the toddler stage, their likes and dislikes evolve, as do the people they want to hang around with.

This time it was Miss Q who was left out, albeit temporarily.  Once the play changed to outside, Miss Q lead Miss A astray – as they both waded into the wading pool: Miss Q barefoot; Miss A in her running shoes.

For the next little while, Miss S will most likely be the one on the sidelines as she gets her wobbly legs under control.

The friendship needs of our girls will always be a balancing act.  Being the odd one out seems to be as much a rite of passage as it is an unavoidable fact – whether you have two children or three.  In the end, the one hope I have for my daughters is they will always be friends with each other first.


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