Clear evidence no two are born the same
It often puzzles me as to how two children from the same parents, brought up in the same house, can be quite different.
There are only a couple of years difference between them, yet their differences outweigh their similarities.
Case in point - a weekend day-trip to Riverton. We'd promised Zach an icecream and figured going out after lunch would give the 1 year old and the 3 year old a chance to sleep in the car.
Yeah . . . nah.
The supposedly tired one, Piper, refused to go to sleep, while Zach drifted off in minutes and stayed soundly asleep until being woken for the icecream. Children are meant to sleep in cars, particularly when they're due for a sleep. That's the rules. Like, every parent knows that. It's not negotiable. Except with my daughter. (It's not just in cars that they differ - Zach can sleep through most things but Piper will wake at the tiniest creak.)
Zach got to choose his icecream - he is 3 after all so he knows what he likes - but Piper just got to nibble on ours. Only Zach decided after looking at his - not licking or smelling it or anything logical - that he didn't want it and refused to try it. Meanwhile his sister happily stuffed litres of icecream into her mouth. Based on this one act, I can comfortably say she's definitely my daughter.
After the icecream, there was time for some playground fun.
Of course, it's a bit difficult for a non-walking 1 year old to have much fun in a big kids' playground so I threw her on the slide - not literally.
Turns out, it's not something she likes too much. Her big brother has always loved slides and often it can be hard to get him off them. He sometimes has to be pushed down the first time, but after that he'll go for hours. Not so his little sister.
But in those two acts, clear differences were revealed. Which excites me - we'll soon get to hear from a little girl, once she starts talking, with a completely different perspective on the world. How much fun will that be?
Mark Hotton is a fulltime journalist/fulltime dad who is counting down the hours until his summer holiday . . . which will be in autumn this year. At least the golf courses will be empty.
The Southland Times