Being #4

I think there is something special about being the 4th kid. You can either decide to pout about your place in life or make your place in life what you want it to be . Today I saw (once again) that my little Z (commonly referred to as Z-Rex around our house) is not going to sit and pout. We were watching the Orangutans at the zoo and the male came right over to where Z was standing and put his hands and face on the glass right in front of her. He was looking her right in the eye when a mother came over and pushed Z out of the way so the she could sit on the floor and put her own hands over the place where the Orangutan had them up against the glass. I watched as Z picked herself up off the floor (she was literally pushed down) and got right back up and squeezed her way back in front of the mom to put her face right up to the glass with the orangutan. LOVE!

There was no crying, no coming to mama for rescue, just getting right in there to enjoy the orangutan. She came back to me so excited and talking about the "monkey." Sometimes I think I see more maturity in my almost 2 year old than in me.