What’s up with #2? Why is it that more often than not the second born child is crazy? That’s certainly the case with our second child. I often think of him as my own personal Charles Dickens “He’s the best of times, he’s the worst of times” His name is Greyson and I have found myself referring to his antics as being Grey-Cray. I’m not alone in this either.
I’ve run into so many parents who have had similar experiences as us. Our first born child was so sweet so perfect. It was almost effortless to care for him. He was always smiling, he slept through the night early on, he reached all the milestones early, he obeyed and things were smooth. We had convinced ourselves we were the greatest parents in the history of the world. We couldn’t wait to have another perfect child.
Well the day came when we had our second child but our world was turned upside down. Suddenly we had a child who didn’t smile, didn’t listen and marched to the beat of his own drum. As the boys grew up I noticed neither of them would lie to us, but it was for completely different reasons. Our oldest wouldn’t lie because he knew it was wrong and he wanted to make right choices. Our second wouldn’t lie because, quite frankly, he just didn’t care. Just the other day our 3rd child accused Greyson of biting her. His response was: “No I didn’t. I tried but you ran away.”
I’ve spoken with several parents who have told me that if their second child would have been born first they would have never had any more kids. We always knew we wanted several kids, so I’d like to think we would have pressed on even if Greyson would have been born first but it might have caused us to wait longer.
Now don’t mistake what I’m saying to mean Greyson is a rotten kid. He’s incredibly sweet, funny and full of life…when he wants to be. His best times are some of my favorite memories and when he is in a good mood he makes the world a better place. But when he’s having one of his grey-cray days he is the biggest source of frustration I’ve ever experienced. In the end, I feel blessed to be his dad and I’ll take his good days with his bad. That is just part of what makes him unique.
So what about you? Is your second child your wild child?
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