Being the sixth child

They say the youngest is always the most loved, the most cared and the most spoiled. I say they are wrong.

Spoiled? Maybe yes. But the most loved? I strongly doubt that. Being the youngest of the family myself, I'm not merely saying all this but have actually observed, seen and experienced each bit of the course.

Each one of us, who has any sort of experience of seeing the first born of the family, their self  or in their family, whatsoever knows very well what attention, love and care the first baby gets. Attention, 'cause he is the very first child experience for the parents. Love, cause that baby made a woman, a mother. A mother in whose heart lies a billion unsaid, unexpressed emotions. She savors in herself the divinity, the most strong love ever existed in this world - the love of a mother. The first child is the first person who experiences the very divine love.

Then comes the second child, for whom the attention exists, so does love. But divinity, maybe not. He might be cared, he might be loved but he lacks the enticement his parents had experienced already with the first born. He is not the child who made the parents a mother and a father. He is not the child who made the parents enter the new world of livelihood, family and responsibility. They were already there. And this is the reason why he lacks a verve. A slight one maybe, but he lacks the energy.

Up to the parents choice, there comes the 3rd, the 4th and the 5th child. When they slowly and steadily, slack the love and the attention for the new arrivers.

When for the sixth child, the energy is lost to a level that the baby might not even bring joy. Up till that time, the parents are aged and feeble. Forget the weekly outing, the sixth child is even deprived of the general, very necessary candidness between the parents and the child.

I say its better to love a child, love at its max. Even if its just one child.