Hi, all! Well, I haven’t blogged in quite a while. Life takes over, as you all know. How many different things can I cram into a day? The answer: a f**cking ton. More than I ever thought possible before having kids.
Everyone always says that time starts to pass by extremely quickly when you have kids. Yep, very true. But time when you have two kids? Warp speed.
So today I realized that my son was now the exact same age my daughter was when he was born. When she was that age, she seemed so big to me (note: she wasn’t). I suppose that’s because she was our first kid. Now I look at my son and I see that he’s growing (too fast, of course), but he still seems like a baby to me. I’m sure this is a combination of a variety of things – his being a boy, not talking as much as she did, wanting to be picked up and snuggled all of the time, and his being my second baby.
And what a second baby he is.
As my husband aptly put it this evening, our daughter is my spirit animal, and our son is his. Why, you ask? In short, my daughter likes books, music, and art. She likes to play alone and is shy around new people. She’s quirky and weird, which is what makes her awesome. My son is, for lack of a better word, wild. He runs in circles, jumps on furniture, stands on everything, body slams, screams at the top of his lungs, jumps into the air and falls flat (on purpose), makes a mess at every turn, and walks around daily with trash cans on his head.
Having the same genetic makeup is no guarantee that your kids will end up with similar personalities. As an only child, I had no first-hand knowledge until I had my own kids. My son is a handful. He’s Trouble (with a capital ‘T’), as they say. I am anticipating lots of bumps and bruises. We’ve already survived a trip to the ER. He stresses me out on a daily basis, but boy is he Fun (with a capital ‘F’). And so while it seems that he’s following in his father’s footsteps, you might think that I’m disappointed we might not have things in common as he grows older. But it’s just the opposite. I’m looking forward to seeing him do all of those things I never did and having him teach me about them. Maybe he’ll teach me how to shoot a hockey puck or ride a tricycle up a tree (my husband did in fact attempt this as a child).
And maybe he’ll say “love you” for the first time out of nowhere, on a day when you’re having a lot of mixed emotions about your kids growing older. Kids are always full of surprises. Sometimes I want to pull out my hair, but parenting gets better every day.
And on that mushy note, I’m off to bed to physically prepare myself for a jam-packed Saturday.
Happy Weekend, friends!
And stay tuned for big things coming your way. I’ll be working on my website and launching something I’m really excited about. You don’t want to miss it!