I'm the youngest of three children who are very close in age. Close enough that both my brother and sister were two when I was born. And no, they are not twins, they are just really close in age. As you might guess, when a family has three little ones in diapers at the same time, the kids may not get as much individual attention as an only child gets. As the youngest of the three, I felt the full force of this. Don't get me wrong, I'm not passing a judgment. In fact, it was very liberating for me because I was normally allowed to do things at the same time as they did, not at the same age. But, I think everyone with any experience with families with more than one child knows that the more kids there are, the less coddled they normally are.
Having said that, Michael is an only child. He's also the only child of a somewhat older mother who understands full and well how short his childhood is going to be. I know how fast it's going, and I want to enjoy it while I can. So, it's possible that Michael may get away with some things that many kids, including myself, would never get away with.
One of those things is that I carry him whenever I get the chance. Yes, he's 3.5 and perfectly capable of walking on his own, but I've been saying since day one that I will carry him as long as he will let me and as long as I can physically do it. The fact that he's a darter helped to reinforce this, since I had to pick him up and carry him even when he didn't want me too just to keep him safe.
He's been pretty clingy lately, so he has been asking me to carry him a lot. However, he's also growing really fast. So fast that I swear he grows inches over night. He's really tall and he's no lightweight anymore either. I hate to say it, but I just cannot carry him the way I used to. I can handle short distances, but that's about it.
So, I'm sad to say that my sweet, little, itty, bitty baby now has to walk on his own two feet most of the time.
I have a feeling that it's more painful for me than it is for him.