The following post was originally featured on Carriage Before Marriage and written by Amy Wruble,who is allotment of POPSUGAR Select Moms. I believe 89% of you read this already via social media, but I liked this post and wanted to make certain it got to the anti-Facebook crowd.
You should see me with the baby. I kiss and cuddle, and hold and rock,murmur and nuzzle. Every interaction with her is sweetness and light, and my patience knows no bounds. I play peek-a-boo, and sing foolish songs,read stories over and over and shower her with praise for the tiniest of discoveries, like finding her stomach button.
So who's the crazy b*tch parenting my 5-year-dilapidated? The one who loses her mood, and rolls her eyes and yells-loud. The one who scans the room for favorite toys to snatch away in punishment? The one who doesn't even try to hide her frustration and exhaustion from her impressionable young daughter? Oh right,that's me also. They're both me."You never yell at the baby," my 5-year-dilapidated astutely notices. "The baby doesn't know right from improper, and " I relate her. "And you do." But is that fair,or even totally true? certain, my preschooler knows the rules and frequently breaks them, or but at her age,she's not precisely in full control of her impulses. She's still learning. Why can't I cut her more slack?This is the tough allotment of being firstborn, I believe. Compared with a helpless baby, or older kids seem so large and competent-even if they're barely out of diapers. I wonder if my expectations have been out of whack. I've noticed that she bristles when I call her a large girl. Sometimes,she still wants to be my baby.
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Source: popsugar.com