Dear Beloved Fifth Child,
As I survey our bustling home, I feel compelled to write you this letter of apology. Your parents, as you may have noticed, are worn out. The energy of your older siblings has left us somewhat drained, and unfortunately, you are often receiving our “B” game. There was a time when we were diligent about enforcing bedtimes, ensuring balanced meals, and strictly allowing only age-appropriate films. But, dear one, those days vanished two kids ago.
Your environment is a bit chaotic. With your siblings staying up late, you often follow suit. Just last night, I found you dozing on the couch at 10 p.m. while a Star Wars movie played in the background. I hesitated, pondering whether you should be in bed, but we were too fatigued to carry you upstairs. Instead, I nestled beside you, holding you close and admiring your delicate lashes. At five, I should have stopped this behavior with your siblings long ago, but I simply can’t help myself. I adore holding on to your little-ness for as long as possible. You seemed content snuggled next to me until Dad finally carried you off to your bed—albeit briefly—before you crawled back into ours.
I regret that you’re always surrounded by your older siblings, who seem to parent you as much as we do. While your siblings had to navigate parenting from just me and Dad, you have a whole entourage monitoring your every move. It must be overwhelming to be “parented” by six different people! Your tiny feet barely touched the ground before you turned two, and now there’s always someone eager to hold your hand or help you reach the cotton candy I’ve hidden on top of the fridge. You’re in high demand, and we know that can be a lot. “Too much love” was one of your first phrases, so we’re aware of the affectionate chaos that surrounds you.
I also apologize for your wardrobe situation. While your older siblings had thoughtfully curated outfits, you are left with a hodgepodge of hand-me-downs mixed with random finds from Target. There are even remnants of past Halloween costumes in the mix! I’m often too exhausted to insist on changes when you choose to wear your football uniform to school, so off you go in style.
We’re still working on your independence with putting on shoes, as you’re blessed with numerous helpers. But I’ve come to realize that parenting is not about who gets things done first. I no longer fret over when you’ll tie your shoes, as long as you can manage it before heading off to college. I’m just grateful you can mostly dress yourself, and you often seem quite proud, especially in that Willy Wonka costume your sister gifted you for Christmas.
I apologize that you can recite the lyrics to “Baby Got Back” and know your favorite episode of The Office. We may have loosened our standards on the content you consume, which could be considered “retro-parenting.” You’ve been exposed to far more than I allowed for your oldest sister at your age. On the bright side, you’re likely to be the cool kid at the lunch table, unlike your sister, who was blissfully unaware of who the Kardashians were in seventh grade. I preemptively apologize for the day your quest to educate your peers lands you in the principal’s office—I might even join you there.
As our youngest child, you are our grand finale. The one thing we haven’t run out of is love. We’ve learned from our experiences with your siblings how fleeting these moments can be, how rapidly you will grow, and how essential it is to cherish each second. So when we hold you a little too tightly, let you linger in your childhood a bit longer, and shower you with affection, rest assured it comes from a place of deep admiration and love. You are enveloped in love, and while the routine of PB&J dinners (and perhaps some ice cream) and the irregular bedtimes may seem unusual, we hope they won’t leave lasting scars. Instead, we trust that they will be overshadowed by the fact that you are the last and greatest love of our lives.
With love,
Your Tired but Affectionate Parents
In Summary
This letter expresses heartfelt apologies to the youngest child in a family, reflecting on the differences in parenting styles and experiences compared to older siblings. The parents acknowledge the chaos, love, and unique experiences that come with being the last born, emphasizing the importance of cherishing every moment.
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Apology letter to youngest child
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