4 days, 1200 tissues, 20 cough drops, 10 loads of laundry, 3 cans of chicken soup, 2 humidifiers, and lots of love have finally gotten the EBoys and myself back to feeling well. We had quite the monster cold, thankfully EDad didn’t get it but it had the rest of us wiped out and sluggish. EBoy had his first ever vomitting episodes ever which had us worried but thankfully he got through them just fine. EBaby has officially gotten his first tooth and is working on his second tooth. He’s still be a trooper and total sweetheart even with a gross snotty nose (apparently the most offensive thing you can possibly do is to try to wipe his nose, don’t even THINK of trying a vaporizer unless you want a hurtin’)
I’m feeling torn here lately because as wrong as I want to believe that it is, I finally understand the spoiling of the youngest child syndrome. As an oldest child I always saw the favoritism that at times got shown to my younger brother (I exaggerated it at some points but he did have a slight preferental treatment from my Mom in other times). I swore I would treat my children equally- my oldest would know just as much love and attention as my youngest did. I’ve never doubted my oath of nonpreferential treatment until something happened- a little condition called “3 year old-itis”. Do you know how incredibly sweet and adorable a chubby cheeked super sloppy kissing always laughing cherub of a baby is next to a grumpy disagreeable 3 year old? As much as I hate to say it, there’s a hands down champion of cuteness reigning in the EbonyHousehold right now and I’m utterly addicted to him. EBoy is definitely loved and appreciated with all of his funny and interesting ways. I guess I have to face the truth- it is totally possible to love each child in completely different ways. In hindsight it wasn’t that my parents loved my brother more than me its just that he had personality traits that they could love that were different from my own characteristics.
This parenting thing really does evolve at a rapid changing pace, but I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. The one thing being a mother of two boys has taught me is that I had absolutely no idea of just how much capacity my heart has for love. I feel this love so deeply that sometimes I think surely my heart will burst from being overwhelmed, but instead of bursting it just becomes even bigger, brighter, and more overflowing than ever before.