I was the "challenge child" growing up. I was also the second child. From what I understand, this is typical of the second child.
Something else that's also typical is a mother telling the second child: "When you grow up and have kids of your own, I hope you have one just like you." My mother used to say this to me ALL the time.
For some reason, unbeknownst to me, God has a killer sense of humor.
I had one JUST LIKE ME. (I blame my mother for this.)
Actually, she is more like 10 times what I was and my parents will attest to that.
To be honest, raising this girl-child of mine scares the ever living crap out of me most days. Gone are the naive days when I thought I had parenting all figured out and now when I look back on the journal I kept when I was pregnant with my first child, I about pee my pants laughing at it. Was I REALLY that confident that things would be perfect? Yeesh! All I have to do is take a look at myself and that should be sobering enough for me to know that my kids will be far from perfect. Poor kids really got the sorry and shallow end of the gene pool when it comes to perfection. Good thing, because with me raising them, it should all even out in the end.
So, what was I getting at anyway?
Oh.....I ended up with one just like me and she scares the crap out of me. I figured that since her brother gets a blog of his own, she should have one, too. With all the stuff we put each other through, it's deserving of a blog.
Enjoy the ride.