I'm sure every parent of more than one child knows this, but they are all. so. different. Like almost different species different sometimes. It's always so much more apparent during times of transition - hello, beginning of a new school year and tired, cranky children!
When one kid melts down, he's overwhelmed and needs help. Another one needs you to stick a sandwich in his hand. Immediately. Another one needs a hug. The other one needs space. (I usually need a shower or a glass of wine. Or both. Always both.)
It's like that Love Language book. Except in our house, it's the Anger Language.It keeps me on my toes. Because when someone shouts at me, my first reaction? Shout back. Duh. I think it's primal. It takes a concerted effort to remember that this is the kid that needs me to bite my tongue and get out the turkey and cheese, quickly.
It's the end of a long day when I should have bitten my tongue but didn't, and failed to understand what the melting down kid in front of me was saying until it was too late. And I wonder how long it will take before I have this parenting gig down.