I compare my kids. I know, it’s not “good mom” of me to do this.
In my head, I often compare 2 year old Landon to 2 year old Brooks. The bad part is I don’t really remember what 2 year old Landon was like. The day to day from two years ago is a little foggy to me. So I guess I remember what I want to. I remember Landon as a pretty good listener. Or was he?! Am I thinking of 2 year old Landon – or maybe it was 3 year old Landon?
One thing I do remember is that when Landon was two, I gave him a lot of grace. There were no kids before him so I remember telling myself – ‘Ginger, he’s 2. He’s going to act this way.’ I wasn’t comparing him to another sibling (or ‘figment of my imagination sibling’ that I could hardly recall).
I need to do a better job of offering Brooks the same grace Landon received. I need to temper my frustration when Landon (at 4) listens at my first request and Brooks (at 2) runs in the opposite direction. To remind myself that Landon was once a runner and look how far he’s come.
I need to offer more grace to my littlest son.
Landon at almost 2.
Brooks at almost 2.