Nearly a year after having my second child I feel as though I need to elaborate on expanding my family. The experience has been like no other experience I have ever been through.
While I was pregnant with Aspen I feared, as many parents do, I would not love her as much as my first. Once Aspen was born I realized how wrong my fears had been. My love for her was instantaneous, powerful and not one ounce less than for her brother.
What I hadn’t anticipated was that Aspen would, herself, be a different person. I thought to myself that motherhood 2.0 would itself be easier since I had done it before. I have never been so wrong. I hadn’t even considered that the temperament of my children would be different. As it turns out, my children’s dispositions are neither polar opposites nor the same. Their temperaments fall somewhere in the middle but never totally agreeing on any one thing.
I hadn’t anticipated that I wouldn’t know Aspen like I knew Kyan. I don’t know why it hadn’t occurred to me that I wouldn’t know Aspen like I knew Kyan, after all I had known him for almost 2 years when I gave birth to her. But almost a year after her birth I feel like I know her. I know that she likes to be held, by me, that she dislikes diaper changes, she is independent, she dislikes the car, and she dislikes toys and prefers anything that does not resemble a toy.
In greater reflection I think their dispositions may be closer than I first thought, Aspen’s may just be the feminine version. Aspen prefers to be social with everyone as opposed to Kyan whom is shy around strangers. Aspen prefers to get in and get dirty as opposed to Kyan whom is hesitant and prefers to watch than to engage in such behavior.
This leads me to believe that their temperaments may also be tied to birth order, but upon investigation I would like to think this untrue. Mostly Bob and I find ourselves in a battle trying to raise these two babies of ours. And by battle I simply mean that, as with most parents, we are trying our best not to intentionally mess them up. We try and take what we have learned from our own families and use it to better ours.
In closing, I would say that I love the fact that my children are different, I embrace it with fervor. My life would be less interesting if I had two humans whom responded the same to everything, it keeps things entertaining. In a nutshell my experience over the last year was so much different than I had ever imagined, different in a very good way.
While I was pregnant with Aspen I feared, as many parents do, I would not love her as much as my first. Once Aspen was born I realized how wrong my fears had been. My love for her was instantaneous, powerful and not one ounce less than for her brother.
What I hadn’t anticipated was that Aspen would, herself, be a different person. I thought to myself that motherhood 2.0 would itself be easier since I had done it before. I have never been so wrong. I hadn’t even considered that the temperament of my children would be different. As it turns out, my children’s dispositions are neither polar opposites nor the same. Their temperaments fall somewhere in the middle but never totally agreeing on any one thing.
I hadn’t anticipated that I wouldn’t know Aspen like I knew Kyan. I don’t know why it hadn’t occurred to me that I wouldn’t know Aspen like I knew Kyan, after all I had known him for almost 2 years when I gave birth to her. But almost a year after her birth I feel like I know her. I know that she likes to be held, by me, that she dislikes diaper changes, she is independent, she dislikes the car, and she dislikes toys and prefers anything that does not resemble a toy.
In greater reflection I think their dispositions may be closer than I first thought, Aspen’s may just be the feminine version. Aspen prefers to be social with everyone as opposed to Kyan whom is shy around strangers. Aspen prefers to get in and get dirty as opposed to Kyan whom is hesitant and prefers to watch than to engage in such behavior.
This leads me to believe that their temperaments may also be tied to birth order, but upon investigation I would like to think this untrue. Mostly Bob and I find ourselves in a battle trying to raise these two babies of ours. And by battle I simply mean that, as with most parents, we are trying our best not to intentionally mess them up. We try and take what we have learned from our own families and use it to better ours.
In closing, I would say that I love the fact that my children are different, I embrace it with fervor. My life would be less interesting if I had two humans whom responded the same to everything, it keeps things entertaining. In a nutshell my experience over the last year was so much different than I had ever imagined, different in a very good way.
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it is amazing how much alike yet how different siblings can be isnt it?
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