Second Child Realization

It’s true that second children get the shaft. They get the hand-me-downs, the leftovers, and the gently used. They are doomed to always share mommy and daddy’s affection and attention. They will always stand in big brother or sister’s shadow– aiming to do better, or struggling to keep up.

I’ve vowed that I would do everything just as well for my second as I did for my first, but as shocking as it is– second borns are different. Mommy is busy chasing a toddler, disciplining a toddler, distracting a toddler… so Stinkbug hardly ever gets me all to himself.

Tonight, as I was giving him his bedtime bottle, cuddling his freshly-washed babyness, and whispering sweet nothings to him, I realized something greatly amazing (and overlooked) about second borns…

I know how fast he’ll become a bouncing little boy. I know our cuddles and kisses will get shorter and fewer as he explores his world more independently. So, I cherish these moments we share. I don’t want him to learn to walk any faster than he should– because then he’s growing up. And it already happens way too quickly. So I keep cuddling and smelling and kissing, soaking up these minutes with my second born. One thing I learned from the first– don’t take his babyhood for granted or let it pass too fast…

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