We are currently a poorly household and as such I have been unable to put as much time or effort into the blog as usual (or at least anything that requires thinking, like writing) so yesterday I asked on Twitter if anyone would like to write a guest post on my blog for me. So I am pleased to introduce a guest post from Cate who blogs over at Me Add Three. She is a mum of two gorgeous children, a five-year old boy and one baby girl. You can also find Cate on Twitter at @PiscesCate.
How many ways can we love them?
Our children that is.
I have two. What about you?
How many ways do you love them? I ask because it’s probably many....
Do you love them in different ways? As time goes on I’ve found love becomes more and less. Reflective and proud. Nurturing, releasing, almost admiring. The same but different.
Confused? Me too. But I bet you understand.
Even if you didn’t feel the ‘rush’ of all-consuming love at the birth of your first-born, even if it took a while to take hold. Take hold it inevitably did. And a few months in, when you were weary from the broken sleep and your old life felt a million miles away, you realised you’d do a lot for the little person in your arms. Not just a lot. Everything.
And when they cried with pain, you hurt. Those injections might as well have gone into your arm. Those wobbly first steps, so much anticipated, and your love wobbled along with them, feeling every bump, anticipating every corner.
You turned round, and they were off on their bike. And when they fell off, your heart did too. But slowly, slowly, love lets you release them.
Love, it seems, evolves. It has many layers that can be occupied. It can take many knocks.
Second time around the layers and dents are already there. And as they are filled with another, love takes an even tighter grip on your heart. Top layers are full of pride, joy and almost reflective love for your oldest; bottom layers are full of the familiar protective nurturing love for your newborn.
You love them both, even more. The same, but different. Who knew it was even possible.
I wonder how it goes with three?