i have a confession to make.
i have tried to delay my last two babies' development, or at least not encourage it. they grow and change so very fast, and now that i have a 16 year old, i almost feel whip-lashed from the speed that it has all flown by. how, oh how i wish it didn't happen so fast.
about two weeks ago gracie started letting me know hat she was ready to sit. and i really, really didn't want her to. all of my babies have sat by 5 months, and my last two sat before they were 3 1/2 months old - that's just too soon. it was so wonderfully fun and exhilarating when alexa sat and crawled and walked, and natasha too. but i want my gracie to stay little. and now i see why oldest children and youngest children can be so different.
i remember thinking that i wouldn't raise my younger children any differently than my oldest. i would be sure to treat them all the same. i didn't have patience for older parents who talked about how much easier they were on their younger children (i am an oldest, and i just didn't think that was fair - to the oldest or to the youngest). that was 16 years ago, and i have since discovered that it was a completely unrealistic expectation (like so many of my expectations in early parenthood). parents can't help but change any more than children can, and it wouldn't be right if we didn't - that's what we're here to do, grow and change. when i was 22 and had a 1 year old and a baby, i had a friend who was my mother's age, in her early 40's at the time. she had 5 children who had been born very close together in her early 20's, finishing up with twins. then a 6 year space and a caboose. and finally, another 6 year space with another caboose. she told me that having a baby at 40 was the best thing that had ever happened to her. because her perspective was so different than when she was younger, and she could enjoy her baby and let go of all the things she used to worry and stress about. in short, she had grown up, and she could enjoy being a mother more than she had before.
and even as she said it, i had the impression that it would happen for me too. it has. not that i don't have more growing up to do. and not that i didn't love my first babies with all my heart, so deeply it almost hurt. but i am definitely a different mother than i was 16 years ago, more mellow and appreciative of the miracle of motherhood.
back to gracie. i eventually gave in and let her try sitting alone on monday of last week, and just as i feared, she could do it. i felt a twinge of sadness, because a stage was over. but i soon began to appreciate how simply adorable she was as she held her tiny, compact body upright. and more importantly, how excited she was to be doing it. a few days later i realized that she could stand with something to hold onto, and a few days after that, she got up on her hands and knees, and a day or two later, she started doing the army crawl. she is a happier baby now, and i was wrong to hope she wouldn't want to do these things yet. (yes, i still have lots of growing up to do). because she was ready to do them, whether i was ready or not.
perhaps it isn't fair that oldest and younger children are raised differently, but each style has its advantages, along with its disadvantages, and its all part of our individual life experiences.