Perhaps all these "Stage Names" have contributed to her dramatic gift. The Little One is our girl. A girl in nearly every sense of the word. She reminds us daily that her favorite colors are pink and purple. She adores dresses and ruffles and bows and sparkles. She loves to dance and sing and pretend. Our fireplace hearth is her stage. She's been known to say things like, "I wish I had hearts in my eyes." She is bright and cheery and darling....and theatrical!! Like, face in the hands
The Little One is smart but not in the same brainy way her brother is. She's not manipulative but she knows how to utilize her strengths to get what she wants. And, she knows who to work: Daddy, Papa and PeePaw. At the drop of a hat this girl can turn on the waterworks. Shoulders shaking- sobbing. As she weeps she slyly migrates towards
This girl adores her brother. So much so that she has taken a liking to many of his sassy-isms. "I'm not your fwiend." "Don't sing MY song." "I wanna make a deal." While I try not to compare my children too often I do find their differences intriguing. Their intellect is different, their sass has totally different intent, their social interactions are like night and day. I don't worry that The Little One will react impulsively or aggressively. But I do worry about her lack of judgement and fear of NOTHING. (except the remote control Big Foot!)
I feel guilty a lot when it comes to matters of The Little One. I worry that she doesn't get enough quality attention from us. Her brother is a full time job. He demands most of our time and for that I feel bad for her. I feel badly that I haven't spent as much time reading to her, teaching her and nurturing her. I know this is probably a fairly common feeling in cases of subsequent children but it's a valid feeling nonetheless. I'm ruining this one in totally different ways. I coddle her. I spoil her. I encourage her love of shoes.
This is all new to me. The Big One, strangely enough, was an angel at age two. He was dear and sweet and attentive. This Little One is the opposite! She is wiggly and remiss and evasive. She begs to watch Dora and watches attentively for maybe 3 minutes. She cases the house looking for things to get into. If something is harmful you can bet she'll find it.
In one of my recent, harsh, self-judging sessions I realized that I parent The Little One completely differently. I let things slide with her that I would never allow with The Big One. Discipline has much more of an effect on her so I threaten more and act less. We are so focused on pointing out positive behaviors with The Big One that I often find myself slack in doing the same for The Little One. I realize that parenting must be tailored to each child but I have a strong compulsion to balance the scales. . If one gets, the other gets. In that arena I am competing for gold...I'm ruining them both!