Attention W (rhymes with War)

Someone, who will remain anonymous in my family, labeled my daughter A as one of the above mentioned. It is a harsh and inappropriate moniker, meant to capture, I presume, the fact that she has always commanded more attention than her brother, wanted to be held more etc.  I will substitute the W word for "magnet." When you are pregnant you get a lot of attention, comments, advice. When you go out with a newborn, ditto. When you pound the pavement for hours a week like I do with a stroller that resembles a train more than a baby vehicle, you get ALL of the attention you never wanted. I do not want to chat or answer dumb questions from every Tom, Dick , and Harry (yes! even men ask me questions!) that I pass. Yett... when I go out solo, on the train, for a  walk, I feel naked. Nobody offers me a seat or looks at me with any special regard. It is strange, anomalous. I am alone so nobody notices me or wants to talk to me. They do not know what I have at home, what I wrestle with, or how cute my bebés are. What I have come to realize, is that like mother like daughter.