It is said that children grow fast but second babies grow even faster. The days are really long but the years are flying. I just celebrated my daughter's 2nd birthday. She's already a runner and doesn't want to be around me like she used to. When my older one turned three, I missed the baby years so much that I decided to have another baby so I could pause time often and tell myself to make the most of it. I wanted to recreate those magic moments, go to the same places, read the same books, spend more time kissing the baby.
Not all of it has happened the same way. Because I have an older one in the picture, the experience is different. Throw in the pandemic, I have not taken my daughter to many places where I would have loved to. Instead, she has had different experiences. She has an older brother in the house so her excitement and learning and absorbing levels are an all time high.
There is always advancement. While I waited for my son to take his first step and talk his words, my daughter has already done all that giving me no time to actually watch it happen. It's pretty rushed. I know people say it's a boy/girl thing. And it's hard to decide which kid is easy. Then again, kids are never meant to be easier.
Other than being from opposite sexes, they are different individuals with different interests. While I enter the terrible two's phase with my daughter, it's also terrible six's with my son. It's a combination of terrible and terrific. I'll be honest that there have been times when I have imagined, on days when my kids push all my buttons or turn up sick and clingy, how would my life be if I had decided not to have kids at all?
The answer is always the same - boring! Because there is so much excitement, laughter, screams, tantrums, endless hugs and kisses, surprises, mundane routine - it's a mix of everything. I often told my friends I wouldn't recommend becoming a parent because it's one hell of a ride. I also told them that the ride is worth it because it's rewarding in it's own way. In the end, it's up to what one wants or what one let's life do to them!
When I didn't have kids, I was envious of people with kids. When I had a baby, I was envious of people who had two kids. I have two kids now and I am envious of people who have one kid because they are not slicing their time constantly. But when I look at my kids hugging or laughing or fighting, I know I wouldn't have it any other way.
These are crazy times! Crazier with parents of little kids surviving the Pandemic times.
When the Pandemic first hit, I often thought of it being in a time when I was a little girl so my parents would have dealt with having kids home. A year later, after months of craziness, I realize that it's the longest we all have been home bound together. A few years later, perhaps, these days will become the best of memories!
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