She has the hardest job in the house, I tell her. She has to create the path for the others to follow. She has to lead by example.
She likes to use the chalk board to teach the other two in a game of "school". She likes to make the breakfasts in the morning, load the dishwasher in the evening.
She's past the obnoxious stage and age that was six. She likes to remind me to say my prayers, talk about acts of kindness and good manners over supper.
It'll be their turn, soon enough, I tell her. She had her turn to monopolize my attention, now it's theirs. I remind her that Lydia, too, is often being asked for patience. I let her know, she's not always alone.
She's right, it is hard being seven. Its even harder, I tell her, being the oldest.