Punky is my most demanding child but the easiest to mold.
When Chicken was born, he got thrown in the swing while Punky had toddled off to get into mischief (after all, she was only 13 months old when he was born). I checked on him during the night when I got up to pee to make sure he was still breathing. I change his diaper only when it's sagging between his knees. I had three kids in diapers earlier this year, I know the value of a dollar these days. He gets to cry it out (within reason) when he's going to bed or being left in Bible class. The discipline was dropped to only the worst offenses and only if I wasn't feeding Cupcake (but I'm getting better and so is he). When he decides he's ready to do something he does it (like potty training, he's doing great!) He gets approximately 8 ounces of milk 3 or 4 times a day. He sleeps from 7 pm to 8 am.
Chicken gets his feelings hurt easily but is my most independent child.
When Cupcake was born, I hit the ground running. She gets thrown in the bouncy seat to entertain herself because the swing no longer works. I slept like a rock after she was born - I don't even get up to pee. I change her diaper MAYBE 4 times a day and usually only if she's poopy. She has been left to cry it out when there has been no other option, but has proven to me that she's more stubborn than I am in this regard. She's a thumbsucker and usually doesn't require much soothing unless she's overtired. She gets a 6 ounce bottle at 8, 12, 4 and 7. She might or might not drink it all. She sleeps from 7 pm to 8 am.
Cupcake is my most content baby but also my most vocal.
Every day I realized more and more how every decision I make molds my children into the adults they will one day become. God has bestowed a huge responsibility and blessing on me to give me that opportunity. Raising my voice to get my kids attention will ultimately teach them to be bossy and yell (Punky is a mini-me and we're both having to work through this). Saying NO, CHICKEN all the time results in Chicken's first sentence of "No Pobby!" (No potty) after telling him he couldn't go potty for the 103rd time in an hour. EVERYTHING affects our children. I'm not saying there isn't nature. Disposition is nature but that doesn't mean it's not our responsibility to mold their disposition once they're here. It's scary yet exhilarating all at the same time. I look forward to seeing who my children are in 20 years.
You do the math...do you think it's nature or nurture?