One of the most interesting things as a parent of more than one child, is seeing how your children grow into their personalities. It always amazes me how siblings can have the same parents, the same child-rearing, but end up being completely different. Take my kids, for example. I love to call them the odd couple.
My oldest boy is empathetic, quirky, smart, shy at times, and a bookworm. He’s a stickler for routine, order, and is most excited when he’s told, in advance, what kind of fun may be coming his way. While he doesn’t mind a surprise, he does get over-stimulated when they are revealed; extra flailing of arms, seriously high jumps, and extreme yelling in delight. He’d be the perfect contestant on The Price is Right. He’s been afraid of swimming since was a baby, but would gladly sit on the sand at the beach and build a castle. Since he’s so cerebral, he wants to know the why of everything. It may have something to do with his two academic passions, Science and History. Everything must be put away just so and when you play, you should always play fair. He’s my “Felix.”
My little girl is the complete opposite of her brother. She’s bold, brazen, and very outgoing. She says hello to anyone she meets and if they don’t respond, she explains to them that “it’s nice to say it back, so say it back.” You can only guess how embarrassed I am when we go on quick trips to Hobby Lobby. She’s a flower child; she’s happiest running barefoot in fields, finding all sorts of new animals to
annoy entertain, and dress up in costumes as much as possible. She’s a water baby just like her mama, taking to water as soon as we put her in it. She’s also a daredevil, so I know she’ll be the one to go jump out of a plane, and drag her brother with her for moral support. She loves to sing, dance and watch Doctor Who. She’s messy, loud and a little gross at times. She loves to be pretty and also loves to be tough. She’s my “Oscar.”
The funny thing is, despite how drastically different my children are, they are the best of friends. My son is as protective as a brother could be, constantly looking out for his sister and he has learned to be accommodating when it comes to doing things that makes her happy. If they have the chance to do things separately or with each other, they choose the latter. They encourage each other, support each other and love each other unconditionally. So, maybe that’s the real advantage of parenting. We’re able to provide the same experiences, create totally different beings, but have them become so close. It’s the ultimate life experiment, and I can’t wait to see the end result.