Differences
Picking up Celyn at preschool is SO different from the way it was when I picked up Annika there.
Celyn sees me and she jumps and runs and clings to my legs, smiling broadly, saying, "Mama!" Then she climbs me like a monkey and bestows me with all sorts of hugs and squeezes and kisses. She is perfectly happy at school, but yet she could really knock me over with her enthusiasm for me at pick up time.
I used to dread picking up Annika at preschool. She'd sulk. She'd hide. And sometimes, she would tantrum. Hey, I was thrilled that she had no separation anxiety and that she loved school, but oh my god, that was hard not to take personally. I'd look around and think,"Jeez, none of the other kids are acting like they're being picked up by an evil stepmother ... "
Staying home with Celyn is much different than staying home with Annika was. Annika is full of energy; it's a wonderful trait, but sometimes her energy agitates me. Celyn has a much more stable sort of energy, a longer attention span, and is much less bothered by having to occupy herself than Annika was at that age. It's kind of delightful.
Celyn was a gift to me, because once I had her, I realized I was not just an inherently crappy parent. I could spend three days cataloguing the ways they are different, and the way parenting them has been different. I think the bottom line is that Celyn is much more easily satisfied than Annika is, although they are both persistent and determined little creatures.
Yesterday Annika started kiddie basketball; she was one of two girls there out of 30 kids. I could not believe my eyes. Celyn was pissed off that she could not go. She came to the dinner table with a furious scowl, sat, and poked at her soup. I asked her several times what was wrong, only to get her growling face.
Finally I asked, "Are you upset because Annika is going to basketball, and you aren't?"
She bared all her teeth and hissed, "She. Always. Gets. To. Go. FIRST!"
It's hard being the little one, I guess.
To make it up to her a little, I played t-ball with her today in the yard, despite the fact that it was 51 degrees and the backyard is a giant puddle. She loved it. She can really smack the ball for a tiny mite.
Best quote from her from today:
"Know why I'm wearing dis cap? Because I am awesome at sports."
Celyn sees me and she jumps and runs and clings to my legs, smiling broadly, saying, "Mama!" Then she climbs me like a monkey and bestows me with all sorts of hugs and squeezes and kisses. She is perfectly happy at school, but yet she could really knock me over with her enthusiasm for me at pick up time.
I used to dread picking up Annika at preschool. She'd sulk. She'd hide. And sometimes, she would tantrum. Hey, I was thrilled that she had no separation anxiety and that she loved school, but oh my god, that was hard not to take personally. I'd look around and think,"Jeez, none of the other kids are acting like they're being picked up by an evil stepmother ... "
Staying home with Celyn is much different than staying home with Annika was. Annika is full of energy; it's a wonderful trait, but sometimes her energy agitates me. Celyn has a much more stable sort of energy, a longer attention span, and is much less bothered by having to occupy herself than Annika was at that age. It's kind of delightful.
Celyn was a gift to me, because once I had her, I realized I was not just an inherently crappy parent. I could spend three days cataloguing the ways they are different, and the way parenting them has been different. I think the bottom line is that Celyn is much more easily satisfied than Annika is, although they are both persistent and determined little creatures.
Yesterday Annika started kiddie basketball; she was one of two girls there out of 30 kids. I could not believe my eyes. Celyn was pissed off that she could not go. She came to the dinner table with a furious scowl, sat, and poked at her soup. I asked her several times what was wrong, only to get her growling face.
Finally I asked, "Are you upset because Annika is going to basketball, and you aren't?"
She bared all her teeth and hissed, "She. Always. Gets. To. Go. FIRST!"
It's hard being the little one, I guess.
To make it up to her a little, I played t-ball with her today in the yard, despite the fact that it was 51 degrees and the backyard is a giant puddle. She loved it. She can really smack the ball for a tiny mite.
Best quote from her from today:
"Know why I'm wearing dis cap? Because I am awesome at sports."
posted by bizarrogirl at
4:42 AM
1 Comments:
Isn't it weird? I know that logically my kids are different people but it still boggles my mind sometimes at just HOW different they can be despite coming from the same two parents, and having been raised the same way.
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