Friday, January 21, 2011
Smart Little Bugga
Last week she asked me to get on Skype. She said she had something to discuss with me. My husband was there too and we both logged on and saw her pretty face coming on the screen. "So, the reason I bite my fingers? It's all your fault. I did not get enough nourishment as a baby and that's why I do this now". I smirked. She'd apparently forgotten the adorable thunder thighs she had as a baby, thinking only of my story of how I had to stop breastfeeding earlier than I'd hoped to put her on formula when she needed more than I could provide. "Oh yeah? Is that right? Well. What else did I do wrong honey?" I said teasingly. My firstborn, having gone to the first few classes of her second semester of college, is taking Child Psychology. She's excited about all that she's learning and it reminds me of how I also called home to share with my own parents during my own college years.
I've heard from other firstborns that their parents made all of their mistakes on them, that the subsequent children fared better due to the parents' experience. As the baby of five children I do believe my older and wiser Mom and Dad had certainly learned a thing or two by the time I came along, but I can't say that they did any better with me than with my siblings. We all turned out pretty darn well I'd say.