The best gift I have given my children "Susanne Kaluza
It was early this Thursday in August. Ute has only just begun to lighten, but I stand fully dressed in the room of my daughter-in tears. My stomach is growling. I have not eaten since yesterday afternoon, bigc and not drinking since midnight. Rumle incidentally is not the only thing my stomach does. It stretches, bulges, being fired from within. Some are going out, and I have a guilty conscience.
It's not that she has decided that our family should be larger. She is more than happy enough with our family just the way it works today. Nevertheless, the rest of your life will attention she is used to getting from me, from his father, and even of aunt, uncles and grandparents be halved.
Three and a half years later I have long since concluded that a sibling was not only okay to give our daughter-it was also the best gift we could give her some time. Yes, alone time with mom is shrunk. Yes, she does not get as much attention anymore, but it's really okay. It focused time and energy we can devote our only child and maternal Opas only grandchild, it was really very well that she had to be in the middle of a long time.
I have been guilty little brother and, i. For that he nearly got the one-on-one time who enjoyed big sister when she was a baby. Much focus in childbirth time went on to accompany her in the nursery, roll into town and buy rubber boots she needed, get her in the nursery, playing with Lego with her so she would not feel slighted by a brother and read nattabok for her.
He was just joining the bandwagon. As she picked up the second she cried, he had neatly wait until we had put her safely bigc into the car seat / washed away the paint from her fingers / lifted her down from the bookcase she had climbed in. It hurt parents heart, but I should feel like a bad mother because of that? Nah.
Even since he was a few weeks old it was she who was best people to entertain him as he lay still while we changed the diaper. From the time he could sit in the rocker chair he sat always on the floor at children's room and followed her gaze as she built lego and she Jabbar and small talk and loved to be the big kindergarten girl who could explain what she did.
This sister attention has not diminished over the years. When we were in Sicily last week to both my husband and I lie on the loungers and read books for a long time at a stretch, because the kids were in the process of arranging their own jump competition from the pool deck or build sand castles together at the beach.
In fact, I often think that it is less tiring to have two children than one. Not only because the intense focus on one man is healthier distributed, but also because kids simply do not need me as much as they have another to go to. Big sister can get a glass of water. Little brother can blow the toe is painful. Together, they find the puzzle piece that is gone.
When I'm tired after a long workday, they go all the chairs out on the floor and play trains, they build house of sofa pillows and blankets or they turn up all parpalyene they can find and play sand beach. Meanwhile, I can cook dinner, bigc or (let's be honest bigc here) put me on the couch, drinking a cup of tea and read the newspaper Aftenposten in peace.
Often it also means that I-with the sound of Sabretooth singing pirate child Hojer background-think of that morning I stood with big belly and crying at my daughter's bed. This by siblings, resolved known quite nice still completed.
Am I the only one who has had a bad conscience because attention big siblings and siblings can feel so different? What do you think is the best-and worst-having more children? And what thoughts do you you to have more children?
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Ugh, I got completely tears in their eyes when I las this. It's just the way it was inside me too, until little sister came. The contractions came close in the morning, so we had to wake brother to supply him with someone else while we were going to give birth. I have a picture of me and him in the kitchen that brings out the feeling I had of 100% bad conscience. Not only have we emphasized his early, we should also bring out someone bigc who was going to take a lot of attention from him. I was so sad and bored me through the contractions and everything; completely awful! But it is as you say, the greatest gift we have given him, and he has even more fancy (but preferably a boy next time). It is so healthy for him to not m
It was early this Thursday in August. Ute has only just begun to lighten, but I stand fully dressed in the room of my daughter-in tears. My stomach is growling. I have not eaten since yesterday afternoon, bigc and not drinking since midnight. Rumle incidentally is not the only thing my stomach does. It stretches, bulges, being fired from within. Some are going out, and I have a guilty conscience.
It's not that she has decided that our family should be larger. She is more than happy enough with our family just the way it works today. Nevertheless, the rest of your life will attention she is used to getting from me, from his father, and even of aunt, uncles and grandparents be halved.
Three and a half years later I have long since concluded that a sibling was not only okay to give our daughter-it was also the best gift we could give her some time. Yes, alone time with mom is shrunk. Yes, she does not get as much attention anymore, but it's really okay. It focused time and energy we can devote our only child and maternal Opas only grandchild, it was really very well that she had to be in the middle of a long time.
I have been guilty little brother and, i. For that he nearly got the one-on-one time who enjoyed big sister when she was a baby. Much focus in childbirth time went on to accompany her in the nursery, roll into town and buy rubber boots she needed, get her in the nursery, playing with Lego with her so she would not feel slighted by a brother and read nattabok for her.
He was just joining the bandwagon. As she picked up the second she cried, he had neatly wait until we had put her safely bigc into the car seat / washed away the paint from her fingers / lifted her down from the bookcase she had climbed in. It hurt parents heart, but I should feel like a bad mother because of that? Nah.
Even since he was a few weeks old it was she who was best people to entertain him as he lay still while we changed the diaper. From the time he could sit in the rocker chair he sat always on the floor at children's room and followed her gaze as she built lego and she Jabbar and small talk and loved to be the big kindergarten girl who could explain what she did.
This sister attention has not diminished over the years. When we were in Sicily last week to both my husband and I lie on the loungers and read books for a long time at a stretch, because the kids were in the process of arranging their own jump competition from the pool deck or build sand castles together at the beach.
In fact, I often think that it is less tiring to have two children than one. Not only because the intense focus on one man is healthier distributed, but also because kids simply do not need me as much as they have another to go to. Big sister can get a glass of water. Little brother can blow the toe is painful. Together, they find the puzzle piece that is gone.
When I'm tired after a long workday, they go all the chairs out on the floor and play trains, they build house of sofa pillows and blankets or they turn up all parpalyene they can find and play sand beach. Meanwhile, I can cook dinner, bigc or (let's be honest bigc here) put me on the couch, drinking a cup of tea and read the newspaper Aftenposten in peace.
Often it also means that I-with the sound of Sabretooth singing pirate child Hojer background-think of that morning I stood with big belly and crying at my daughter's bed. This by siblings, resolved known quite nice still completed.
Am I the only one who has had a bad conscience because attention big siblings and siblings can feel so different? What do you think is the best-and worst-having more children? And what thoughts do you you to have more children?
Did you like this post, you might also like these: 20 things that change when you have children (23) Do you have a sibling bigc gift for a children's birthday? (28) Toddler brain-a useful illustration (6) Lullaby bigc (20)
This entry was posted on Wednesday, September 18th, 2013 at. 8:31 and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback bigc from your own site.
Ugh, I got completely tears in their eyes when I las this. It's just the way it was inside me too, until little sister came. The contractions came close in the morning, so we had to wake brother to supply him with someone else while we were going to give birth. I have a picture of me and him in the kitchen that brings out the feeling I had of 100% bad conscience. Not only have we emphasized his early, we should also bring out someone bigc who was going to take a lot of attention from him. I was so sad and bored me through the contractions and everything; completely awful! But it is as you say, the greatest gift we have given him, and he has even more fancy (but preferably a boy next time). It is so healthy for him to not m
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