This post over at Whoopee made me cry. It really hit a nerve for me.
It is something I have been thinking about a lot too. And a tattoo is not entirely out of the question.
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Oh I am so worried about this aspect of having two kids. I am already getting short tempered and impatient with Lil (I blame being massively pregnant and, sadly, naturally impatient) and I shudder to think about what I might be like when dealing with a newborn as well.
Poor Lil has also started to pick up on the issue and just yesterday admitted that she wasn’t so keen on the idea of a new baby after-all. She told me that she didn’t want to share mama and papa, didn’t want to share her toys and that she was going to be jealous when the baby had mama-milk, because she wanted to have mama-milk again…
We have hatched all sorts of strategies and plans, but I just know how idealistic they really are and how tough it is going to be.
Oh boy. I’m screwed.
She has it sooooo right. i have to really try to avoid being a grump, i really didn’t know that i could be such a good one or that it could be so easy to become one.
that said now that Sherbet is nearly 16 months she and the Hbomb are starting to play really well together, and several times in the last few weeks i have been redundant for over an hour.
I am no expert on the algebra of familial love, but while there has been an increase in strife driven by jelousy, regression, and the base mechanics of tending to a sick baby while a boistrous toddler gets bored, etc, there has also been an increase in love, the Hbomb really loves her sister and and the way she looks out for her at the parks, shares her treats, translates for her and the rest makes me sooky.
Good post, good link- funny blogger too! I left an extensive comment over there on my own observations post Bear and Boiboi.
Shorter answer: important to consider prioritising making one on one time for each parent with each child. Partner plays a crucial role in this, of course…
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