You always hear people say that you love your children he same amount, just in different ways.
That was one of the many mysteries in life that left me so confused. I was so confused by the idea, that I cried like a crazy person the night before I had my sweet baby girl. I was terrified that I would not be able to love two children the same, and that one of them was certain to end up hating me.
Of course, I found out quickly that what everyone said was true. I just didn't realize how totally different my babies would be! I know I am not supposed to compare them, but I cant help myself. So, I will try to write it all here and stop talking about it so often.
He is a perfectionist from head to toe. He takes his time and does things just right. If things are not just right, he starts over and tries again. I really wish he could rub a little of that off on me :)
She lives to make messes. Okay, maybe that is unfair to say since she is not even two yet, but I swear she gets into way more stuff than he EVER did. She has written on the walls and loves to open cabinets just so that she can throw everything on the floor. I didn't even think about putting
locks on my cabinets when he was little.
He is a thinker. From the time he was born his little brow stayed furrowed and he just stared at people when they tried to make him smile. When we enter a crowd he sits back for a little while and takes everything in. She typically runs into a crowd, walmart or any other place she might find someone to chat with. She tries to catch the eye of anyone who walks past her and she draws them in with a big smile or wave... and an occasional "no-no" while she points her little finger at them.
He is a rule follower and people pleaser. He has gone through very clear phases of testing me and learning his boundaries, but with consistent consequences he tends to get right on track and do his best to obey. She seems to get some silly pleasure out of doing things that she knows are "off limits", hitting everyone is one of her favorite past times. He never crawled and didn't walk without holding out hands until he was very well balanced. He almost never fell down. He was content to be right with me wherever I was. She crawled all over the place and began to wobble around as soon as she could get her self up on those little legs. She wobbles and falls quite often.
He takes a while to loosen up and even still sometimes doesn't like me to watch him while he dances or sings. He blushes easily and opens up slow. She commands attention wherever she is and loves to be drooled over. He is reserved with his affections and they come on his terms, mostly only with myself and his dad and occasionally the grandparents. She is happy to kiss random strangers and runs around the house hugging and kissing everyone on the arms legs, feet, whatever she can get to.
Somehow, I love them so differently, but the amount is exactly the same.
The same intense, give my life for you kind of love. I can't explain it for the life of me, but its a love I am so thankful to have, and I know my heart is so full because of both of my beautiful little blessings.
..and because a post never feels complete without pictures, these give a good example of some of their little personalities. These were taken at Children's Museum in Atlanta last week (it is awesome and I highly recommend it).
This was the soccer activity at the children's museum. Carson raised his hand to play first, I was totally impressed with him. Carson completed slowly and perfectly, and he happened to finish far slower than the other kid who rushed through, but the guy in charge let all of the kids run through the finish line together in a "tie".
...and after being crowned he was a little embarrassed by all of the attention so he hid out in this little hole for a few minutes :)
..but I came over and called him "Prince Carson" and he could not hold back the giggles about that!
If you read the post you already know that she was just itching to have a turn up there. She ran and giggled and you could see the sparkle in her eye as the "crowd" cheered for her! I had to fight her to get the broom back for the man ;)
.. and they both lived happily ever after ;)