I have found in life - as soon as you make proclimations, life pulls a fast one. While making my proclamations on no more babies . . . I was already pregnant.
For years my girlfriends gave me grief about how particular I was with everything for our first.
There was no 5 second rule. He was expected to behave. He would dine with us out - and he was a perfect gentlemen. Never a piece of clothing with a button missing, stain, spot, tear . . . nothing but perfection when he walked out of the house. His face would be clean, hands washed, and hair perfectly coiffed!
I was the preppy/classic mom dresser. We didn't do sport shorts or t-shirts with stuff on them. Never would a character grace my child's body - nothing commercialized. No light up tenny shoes, tenny shoes with things on them. We were preppy/classic - Ralph Lauren - head to toe - Neiman Marcus private label, Eiseman, Orient Expressed, Burberry, Strausberger, Carriage Boutique, Le Top - occasionally a little Gap was thrown in but only seasonal items.
I was particular about his clothes, the way he looked and most importantly . . . the way he behaved.
WOW . . . what a second child can do to you!
Disclaimer . . . That my over attentive . . . anal . . . obsessive . . . perfection with everything for baby number one past . . . DOES NOT mean I love baby number two any less . . . it just means I have setteled in!
It is a shame we all aren't girl friends any longer - I would owe them a . . . yup, you were right!
I am not the same parent with number two as I was with number one . . . and I think we all might be better off for it!
Today - at baby number two's soccer game - he did a summersault - got muddy. We just laugh. We striped him down before he gets in my husband's car and we move on.
He comes home - just runs around in his unders - happy as can be.
I am getting him ready for a birthday party and unlike all those years ago . . . He is not in a polo pique shirt, with a color coordinated short, with a belt, whilte ralph lauren socks and nike's. He is ready for some fun . . . with a t-shirt my sister brough him back from Ireland last year (she pub crawled through Ireland) some sport shorts from the Gap and orange crocs.
I think the saying is . . . wisdom comes with age . . .and I can certainly say I have aged!!! I can also say I have learned it is about them having fun and being boys!!!!
|Notice the busted face, chocolate on the shorts, cut on the legs and big smile!|
Boys will be boys!