Gen Johnson

I remember when we only had two kids, our oldest daughter and our first son. Our son was a momma’s boy. Every morning he would crawl up in my lap to drink his bottle of milk and we would have snuggle time. It was our special morning routine. For a little over two years of his life he had most of his momma’s attention. And then his whole world changed. His new baby brother entered the picture. Suddenly a new baby was in momma’s lap and sometimes he had to drink his milk alone. A rivalry began that is still going on to this day. A war to win the most attention from mom and dad, a battle to always be the best or have the best or be in the most control.