My first born was a handful, not because she was my first born but because she was “spirited”. Although life as you know it changes when motherhood begins, my first born was a spunky little thing. Luckily, since she was my first child, I had no idea that other babies weren’t this difficult. I thought it simply was the first time mom woes of motherhood…until I had my second. With my first, I read a book called, “how to raise the spirited child”. It was as if this book was written about my daughter. To wrap it up in a nutshell, she was the epitome of taking the good with the bad. She became ultimately my hardest but best child.