The second child is split just like the first

The second child is split just like the first
The second child is split just like the first
Anonim

When I saw Matyi in the first seconds of his life, wrinkled, coldly disrespecting loudly, I laughed. Happy, liberated and shaking their heads - it's impossible how two children can be so perfectly alike.

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Kristóf was given to me in the same way 5 years earlier and he was introduced into the world with exactly the same wrinkled-glazed sumo-wrestler appearance, that he has arrived and that someone should do something quickly with this situation, because he is not up to it, he cannot be put off eating and he has to sleep.

Since then, not a day goes by that I don't marvel at the resemblance between my two sons, of course they are brothers, but still amazing. I often amuse myself by picking up old pictures of Kristóf, where he was as old as he is now, and shoving them under the noses of Matyi and one of my family members. We always manage to make them believe that the little one is in the photo. Even the clothes are not revealing, as Matyi mostly wears Kristóf's old clothes, like most of the second children.

I wonder how many more situations are waiting for her, which are typical of having a second child? The second child gets to know his older brother at the same time as his parents, but a different relationship develops between them. He instinctively knows who his big, strong, smart brother is and starts looking at him as a demigod very early on.

According to the literature, the second child imitates his brother, but now we are at the stage when the big and strong imitates the small and cute, that is, Kristóf also asks for grated apples for a snack, he also has to be wiped by his mother again after a bath and although we are over it, we had to discuss several times why mothers usually do not breastfeed their five-year-olds anymore.

The second child cannot survive the constant comparison with his older brother. It has been said with us, but how many times that Kristóf has already turned over at such an age, that Matyi has more stomach pains, more thighs, laughs louder, giggles earlier, started sleeping through the night later than his brother and sometimes I wonder where this will lead. Do we instill in them, against our will, that their life is a competitive situation and that they must constantly compete with the little one for more attention, love, and kind words?

My goddaughter decided not to compete with her sister. Thus, alongside the nurse in skirts, doing aerobics, speaking English fluently and singing beautifully, she became the plump swimmer, who attends German lessons and draws far ahead of her age. I suspect that there may also be a clever and unnoticeable maternal herding in the background, although thanks to this, it is the mother who has to transport her children to 8 places instead of 4 every week. The second child is not immune to sibling jealousy either, although we have not yet grown up to it, at least not to its classic form.

When we took Matyi home from the hospital, he could have done anything else, he skillfully occupied his rightful place in the family's life, in his mother's arms, in his father's lap, and sometimes in his grandparents', without suspecting that he had encroached on someone's throne. Kristóf, who had been waiting for his little brother for a long time and had taken him into his heart at first sight, turned against me for lack of a better word. He has everything figured out, just don't have to physically interact with me. The days went by without the hugs of my otherwise eternally flattering older son, and I, like some kind of touch-beggar, snuggled up to him in my sleep at night, when he couldn't protest, he just unconsciously tolerated my hugs, kisses, caressing.

Until once, during a wild dance performance, he fell heavily and I was finally able to hold him in my arms to comfort him, to cuddle him and to take away his pain, while he complained to me that I hadn't hugged him in a long time, throwing up a fit that he screamed she protested when I tried. But the big fall that derailed between us corrected him, he addressed the next provocation to his grandmother. After all, his loy alty must also be tested. So the second child is really the second in many ways. But let's expand on this in the second part.

Alba

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