I am a first-born, my husband is a first-born, my first-born is (obviously) a first-born. So between the three of us we know just about nothing about being a second child.
Poor Declan gets the short end of the stick in a lot of ways. When Brady was a baby I spent pretty much all day entertaining him and working around his schedule. Declan just sort of gets squished into everybody else’s schedule. I read to Brady all the time, I practiced walking with him from the time he was 10 months old. Every nice day of Brady’s first year I took him for long walks and put him on the swings. Seriously, look at my old blog posts. Until today I had never taken Declan for a walk in Central Park.
So today, while Brady was at camp, I fixed that.
We shared a muffin on the park bench.
We swung on the swings.
And it was wonderful.
Of course Declan has lots of things that Brady didn’t. He has a mom who isn’t constantly scared she’s messing up. He has an older brother who (mostly) adores him. He has tons of other kids to play with. He has someone to go ahead of him and give him advice. So hopefully being second isn’t all bad. But I’m going to try to be more mindful of giving Declan a little more attention, and reading, and swings.