Unless you are the parent of an only child, most of us will admit to parenting our children differently. You naturally parent a boy-child one way and a girl-child another. You could be the helicopter parent of the first-born (don’t touch the stove!) and the seasoned professional of your youngest (touch the stove, that will teach you).
This weekend I realized that I am the Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde of Parenting.
It is not that I am taking what I learned with Abby and using (or not using) my infinite knowledge with Boo. Instead I have discovered I am two completely different personalities with each of the girls.
I talk more with the moms of Boo’s classmates. I don’t even know some of Abby’s friends or their parents.
I don’t worry about what Abby eats. She is a grazer like her mom. But she mixes it up. She knows for every piece of crap she has to have a piece of fruit or veggie. Boo would eat from the time her eyes open to the time they close. I monitor her diet and what she eats more than I do my own.
Boo makes me cry more. Abby makes me want to pull my hair out in frustration during homework.
I attend every doctor’s visit of Boo’s. I share Abby’s with David. Until this year’s physical when they both refused to go with the other one.
I will stop, sit or dance with Boo. I am more likely to tell Abby to wait until I am done the dishes.
The only time I am a mom of one brain/soul/heart with the girls is in my love for them. I hope it balances out, because there is no way in hell Abby is getting a pony.
How about you are you a Jeckyll and Hyde parent?