When I was pregnant with Grace, friends with two children would say, “watch out for that second one”. Or those second kids are something else. Or let me tell you, second children that are nothing to joke about, they are tough.
But I didn’t believe them. I already had one kid. I knew how things went. I was what I so badly wanted to be when I had Jack, an experienced mom. I knew what to expect. I knew how to get a kid to sleep at night and how to establish routines and how to do all the things. I had this.
And then I had a toddler. And boy were they right, this second child is no joke.
First childs favorite activity was removing foam puzzle pieces and scattering them on the floor.
Second child’s favorite activity is running across the couch with remotes in each hand, only stopping when she nearly falls off the edge.
First child didn’t climb unless I held his hand until he was about 3 years old.
Second child threw herself off the back of the couch at 17 months.
First child never crawled up the stairs.
Second child mastered it on the second try.
First child dropped things and said “uh-oh”
Second child throws things across the room and says “uh-oh”
First child played nicely with toys.
Second child does not give an explicative about toys.
First child sat down in the bath tub when I asked him to.
Second child ignores the question and walks around the tub.
First child let me change his diaper easily.
Second child attempts to stand and fling herself off the changing table.
Friends, I’m sorry I was wrong and I am in trouble with this second child. She is headstrong and determined and fierce, all the things I hoped my daughter would be just not at 17 months.