When I tell people that my first born child is my hardest but best child, they rarely understood what I meant. I once read a book called, “how to raise a spirited child” and I felt like the book could have been written about my little girl. Since she was my first, there were a lot of things I didn’t know weren’t “normal”. And “normal” is used lightly…lol. But didn’t all children thrash side to side when you try to buckle them in the car seat? Didn’t all children scream and cry just when getting a diaper change? Didn’t all children throw tantrums daily even when you are giving them a “yes” answer!  Well, mine did. On the other hand, my girl was so dynamic, entertaining, and smart. She was a force to be reckoned with in a good way. And even at a very young age, this girl could hold down the fort. To this day, she is impressive by extremes. My spirited child was the epitome of taking the good with the bad! I wouldn’t change it for the world!