Who is Baby #1?

Posted By SLK on Friday, July 02, 2010   { 2 Comment(s) }

All of you reading this and have one child, this is one time where you can surely be happy about it (apart from the obvious cost benefits!). At some point (or many points) in their juvenile years, these siblings (primarily the older one) will question your love over and over and over again to the point where you start questioning it yourself… grrrh!

For some reason, all these debates start in our house around homework or some other important task (do I see a diversion here?) so last evening Kat announced while doing her work that she thinks of Kit as competition (!) and without even knowing what the conversation was about Kit said “Me too!” (as anything Kat does, she has to Me as well)

Sensing a migraine coming on, I try to push the conversation forward –

Kat: “Since Kit has been born, all the attention has been going to her. Everyone says she is the cute one. No one bothers about me”.

I see big tears rolling down and the clock ticking away towards 8pm and I know we are here for long….

Me: “Why is that? Papa and I love you both so much. You yourself say you don’t want to be cute anymore, you want to be smart” (I feel I have to use everything in my power to reason out with Kat)

Kat: “Yes but I want to be loved the most. I was till she came along”. And she gives Kit a really bad stare who stares back equally bad. Thankfully Kit is too tired of both of us by now and decides to suck her thumb instead in a funny position across 2 chairs!

Me: “No Kat. You have to accept that. We may share our time with both of you but we will always love you both. You both are special to us”

Kat: “A baby is the loveliest little person on earth. So I was the most loved for 6 years before Kit was born and then when you held her in your arms, you must have loved her the most.” (Has she been watching too many movies?)

Now I am on Weight Watchers and by this time I can’t think too hard as I am really hungry. Somehow this question confuses me as I think she is trying to trap me and I tell Kat so and then also tell her that she is hurting my feelings.

The tears increase in intensity and so does my frustration at everything turning wrong. I begin to lose my temper and ask Kat what she wants.

Kat (realising finally the extent of all this): “Now I have understood everything but I am sad that I have hurt your feelings”

Strange, isn’t it? These little people have such complex relations…all was forgotten, we hugged and kissed and we were friends. In her terminology, we were BFF (Best Friends Forever) which changed to BFFL (Best Friends For Life) by sleep time!

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