Thursday, October 25, 2007
My Middle Child
This morning I was able to take my 4 year old to breakfast. Just him "my over-theatrical, uber-independent, middle child" and I. 30 minutes before waking him up for school, I snuggled and lightly fell asleep with him in his bed. He woke up in a great mood and went directly to shower like I told him so. My older son (my firstborn) is still sound asleep, drugged up with cold medicines. My 8 month old girl also sleeping soundly after finally recovering from a bad cold and catching up from many days and nights of not enough sleep.
I was able to shampoo and soap my 4 year old in the shower. Even towel-dried, dressed, and blow-dried his hair. He's not too sure what to do with all this undivided attention since I don't think he ever really remember having me all to himself this long. But one thing for sure is that he looks happy and unbelievably cooperative this morning. So cooperative that we had lots of time to go out for breakfast! He ate well (so unlike his many mornings) and happily sipped his hot cocoa. I love watching his happy face uninterruptedly.
My husband and I have always said how much more difficult he is compared to our firstborn. How he is so much more independent and how he is so much more theatrical. And I've always known why. Why? Because when he was born, he was dragged around everywhere to all of his older brother's activities. Cheering for Goh-Goh (older brother in Cantonese) on hockey games, soccer games, piano recitals, etc. When he was finally old enough to play in a soccer team, I remember losing it and crying while watching him play and running to the other side of the field to watch his older brother play at the same time in a different game. I felt terrible that I couldn't stay put and watch just his game like I did for my older son when he first played. And when our 3rd baby was born, he learned even more so in fending for himself. But because of all this, he is the most forgiving and caring child. Unconditionally forgiving with his goh-goh (older brother), and his parents, and the most adorably caring with his moy-moy (younger sister). In our eyes, and our hearts - he is our "perfect" middle child.
Today he was treated like he was an only child, and I hope to get another chance to do it all over again.
Cross-posted at the Chicago Mom Blogs