I know I have shared this precious picture of Tank with y'all before. But have I shown you the rest of the story?
Do you believe what you see here?
Or is this the real truth?
Methinks he would make a great politician one day! I just need to teach him to not allow controversial pictures of himself to be taken...
This did make me do some thinking. Do my boys think I favor one of them over the other?
I am the second of five children... 3 girls, 1 boy, then 1 girl. My parents never really played favorites-- although I did feel that my brother got preferential treatment sometimes just because he was the only boy!
But the tradeoff for him having his own room, getting to go to grandma and grandpa's (just him, by himself with no other siblings!) and getting the easy job of taking out the trash (while I was on dishwashing duty-- every day, while trash is only twice a week) is that he did get stuck with the scary rooms in the house and he didn't have anyone to talk to at night. But I digress...
All three of my boys have very different personalities. Depending on the situation, some are easier to get along with than others. I do wonder how they'll look back on their childhood and wonder what kind of a mommy they think I was... or am...
Will they feel injustice about some things-- like who whined, who hit, who rubbed yogurt on the wall and who had to clean it up? Will they have selective memory? Will they think I have a favorite?
While I don't worry about this, I do wonder about it. Life isn't always fair and my children don't need to be coddled about their self-esteem (blah blah blah), but it is a good idea to consider and reevaluate the family dynamics every now and then. To stop looking at the kids as a group (brothers, 3 boys, my little men!) but as individuals. Very unique. Very loved.
So what was it like growing up in your house? What is it like today?