I used to worry if I had another girl that I’d be temped to compare her with her older sister. I’m the oldest of five and I have three younger sisters. All of them at some point or another have been compared to me. Sometimes in a good way and other times in a not so good way.
To some degree I think it’s natural to notice differences from one child to another: My son has curlier hair, and longer eyelashes. My daughter loves to take pictures and my son likes to steal my camera.
But when do the comparisons go too far? My son doesn’t say as much as my daughter did at his age. But he’s also way more adventurous than she was. Two little people raised by the same parents sometimes seem to have completely different personalities.
My son is a little guy of few words. He likes to look and study objects, you can tell he has an inquisitive mind, and is just trying to figure things out. My daughter has always been a social butterfly. She doesn’t care who is holding her, as long as someone is. She’s extremely affectionate, loving and cuddly. She loves to sit and color or do art. My son loves to chuck things at people while yelling “HIYA!”
He is a mess and she hates getting her hands dirty.
It’s cute and ok right now to notice how they both started walking at 13-months, or that my son loves to throw things like nobody’s business, and despite the fact that they share the same toys he gravitates to the cars and she the dolls. But when they’re older, I’ll have to learn to keep their differences to myself. Or notice them for what they are, but not compare them to one another.
Recently Lil’ J asked me if I could keep both her and her brother or if I had to give one of them away. I had no idea where she got this idea. I told her I love them both and I’m never giving either of them away.
If you follow me on Instagram or Twitter you may think otherwise. I jokingly declare a favorite kid of the day, or cutest kid of the week based on how they’re acting or who is driving me the most crazy. But the truth is I can’t really choose a favorite. Both are so different yet they each warm my heart in different ways. It’s amazing how I can love each one so much and it makes me wonder what it would feel like to have five more just like them to love. And what would five more personalities running around here be like? I’m afraid to know.
Are your children similar to each other or do their personalities differ quite a bit?