In many predictable ways having a second child has changed my mothering -- for example, increasing my forgetfulness while simultaneously decreasing my reservoir of patience. My second child has just reached his first birthday and with that celebratory occasion came a mountain of realizations for me about the differences between baby number one and baby number two.
Walking through the yard, I came across some irises I had purchased 4 years ago. They were thriving, right along with the weeds, even though they were still in the pot they came in when I purchased them. I really need to plant those, I thought. I thought that every time I walked by these irises, but this time, I was going to do it.
Like so many young girls, I spent much of my childhood playing with my Barbie. While my friends' Barbies were making wedding plans with Ken or decorating their Barbie homes, my Barbie was studying to be a lawyer. Though she was happy dating Ken, she was in no rush to marry him. She never sat in the passenger's seat of her convertible. She drove.