OK, so I will admit, this is a bit of a dumb thing to have only just realised, but in my defence I am an only child so have never had to deal with this sort of thing on a personal level.
DH is one of four and his mum always compared her children and pitted them agaist eachother academically, so DH and I have been amadant we would not do that with our children. They would not be compared to eachother (at least not to their faces - I know all parents would do this privately) and as much as possible (allowing for differences in age/temparament/etc) we would treat them equally. To my only-child mind this seemed the perfect solution - I have even been really careful to be "equal" and even-handed in the amount of effort I make in keeping their baby memorabillia and diaries. I BF Flynn til he was 9 months old when I got pg with Ollie and I want to BF Ollie to 12 months at least and even that little "difference" was something that was troubling me.
But the other day I was looking at Ollie and he has the bluest blue eyes. I suspect they will stay that way - my mum and both DH's parents (and DH) have blue eyes. Flynn and I have brown eyes. Anyways, I was looking at Ollie and at his lovely blue eyes and I suddenly thought "what if one of my boys is better looking than the other?" I went on to think one could be smarter, taller, faster, better at sport, more popular, etc - the list goes on!
And it occurred to me that here I am trying to treat them "equally" when the hand they were dealt genetically and their experiences of the world was something I had no control over. I wasn't going to be able to make sure they were "equal". I couldn't make them both as popular/unpopular as the other, as sporty, as bright, as polite. There would be things that would "hurt" one (such as stopping BF Flynn at 9 months) that I wouldn't want replicated for the other.
I have so little control over whether they have happy lives! My poor little babies are going to go to school one day and I can't make people like them!
Now it probably sounds like I am over-protective and I am not - I let Flynn have tanties when I stop him driving cars on our leather couch, I settle Ollie in his cot because I refuse to have a baby I have to carry to sleep, I let Flynn fall over (when "safe") when I can see a tumble coming. But this whole emotional protection thing is something I didn't expect - I really thought I could "ensure" that they could be "equal" in most respects.
There goes Flynnie, waking up. Better go - that is the joys of motherhood I guess!




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) which I reckon draws mum more to my sister. In saying that, mum still makes a huge effort with me and it is obvious to me that she loves us all. TBH, I reckon that's all she can do, and I'm grateful for it.


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