I think there's something special about the first-born. Maybe it's because I'm also the first-born, I'm not sure. They're kind of your experiment; your on-the-job-training. Your first experience as a parent is because of them. It's overwhelming & incredible all at once. Ry is my first. We've been through a lot together, especially health-wise. He teaches me patience (or sometimes, that I don't have enough); he shows me intelligence, creativity & sometimes too much honesty; he explains unconditional love...& he's one of my three grand adventures. For him, I am thankful.
