And so when Master P was born, crazy as it may sound, I almost pitied him his firstborn status. Would I make my mistakes on him & go easy on our imaginary (yet mandatory, according to the Anonymous Husband) second child? Would I hold him to a different standard than Imaginary Child #2?
Inevitably - yes, in some situations; the flip side, however, struck me yesterday, as I took Master P to get his first 'do:
|Real men wear pink, even pink mother-son hairdresser's smocks|
Though I may - ok, have, and will continue to - make newbie blunders with my firstborn, he's also the beneficiary of this special time in which he gets to be the center of mom attention. These firsts - first birthday, first tooth, first 'do, so many of them! - are exciting and novel for me, and I imagine some of that fun must translate down to him. I relish this time in which I just get to focus on figuring him out.
Sure, I'll go through these same milestones with Imaginary Child #2, but it won't be the first time I'll have gone through some of those. I won't be able to make IC2 my entire maternal world as I have with Master P. While I'll try mightily not to compare the two kids, Master P lives now in a world without such temptations, whereas IC2 will inevitably feel the brunt of measuring up at some point.
I feel a smidge kinder towards both myself and my parents & grandparents having stumbled up on this firstborn truth. At some point I was the center of their world & blunders too. I realize they may have treated me differently not only because I was the firstborn, but also because I'm just different than my gentler, easygoing little brother (whom I now adore, I should note). As much as I disagree with some of my parents' decisions even now, they were likely doing their best, like I'm trying to do mine. I'll fail as surely as they did, but we're trying.
Any other firstborns out there? Did you feel like you were treated differently as a result? Better or worse? All of the above? Question mark?