Originally posted 2008-01-18 11:40:11.
Now that we have two children, I find I have started to do something I never wanted to.
“Was Caitlin ever this noisy / demanding / small / colour? Did she ever need this much cuddling / changing / feeding / diapers?”
Having grown up being the youngest with siblings whom have been performers in school & their chosen careers; & being something short of mediocre myself, I have always been weary of the consequences of being compared against. My “philosophy” in parenting has thus included the avoidance of comparing my children against one another.
Yet I find myself already doing exactly that. This, when Caleb is only just over a week old.
I can say at the moment these sentiments have generally stemmed from frustrations of Caleb not sleeping longer than an hour, ALWAYS because he was left on the bed (ie not in someone’s arms where he’d sleep so peacefully), his weight, the level of his cries, how much he takes in per breastfeed, etc.
But I dread what other factors would be popping up from now on..
“When did Caitlin start walking? This one’s a bit slow / VERY early isn’t he!”
“When did Caitlin start talking?”
“Caitlin used to (still does) sleep through the night; man, he’s a handful this one…”
“Hey! Caitlin’s first words were Daddee! What’s wrong with you boy??!“