There is something disturbing I’ve noticed about my two-year old lately. Something that all parents dread discovering—and are happy to remain oblivious to; even if they will become enraged if anyone were to point it out to us…
Yes, that’s right: my youngest has become…well, to put it bluntly…she’s a bit of a brat. There, I’ve said it. But far from feeling relief from this admission, I am fearful of judgment, which each Mommy is only too used to. It comes with the territory.
I don’t know what happened. I mean, K has always been a bit more clingy than her older sister…OK, make that a lot more, but still. Friends assured me that she was the “normal” one and A was the odd ball. So, I indulged her clinginess as much as I have been able to do and stay sane, and now, I have to admit I am getting rather sick of it.
It’s my own fault, really. Since my husband and I have been trying so unsuccessfully to have another child, I have indulged K a bit more than I should…held her a bit more, babied her a tad. After all, every time I look at her I know she might be the last baby I ever have. Not that I’m saying that is a good excuse to spoil a child just that it makes it easy to do.
Never fear, now that I am aware of the problem, I have set to rectifying it. It’s hard, and made harder by the fact that I know I am at least in part, to blame. It would be easier if she didn’t look so much like a baby…and that is exactly why I need one for comparison!