Three children. Three temperaments. Three differing sets of needs. I’m a bit tired.
The Hare spent the day trying to calmly negotiate extra privileges. Then when things didn’t go his way he tried negotiating his way out of consequences. He needed me to be 4 different mothers. One to be firm and consistent; one to give him room to be physical; one to keep warm eye-contact; and one to have a sense of humour. It was like water eroding rock. Hopefully there will still be some rock there when he’s 18.
The Owl spent half the day at kindy. He was happy enough about going, but not that the others were home. He needed 4 mothers too. One to be quietly matter-of-fact; one to be excited to be with him after lunchtime; one available for boring-cuddles on demand; and one not let him get wound up about separation. It was like I was being sucked of all my emotional juices. I’m now officially a prune.
The Butterfly was his usual charming self. He’s 15 months old. He needed a completely different set of mothers. One to be available 24/7 (that’s a biological comment not a social one); another to gently remind other people to not just focus on him; a third to let him know it’s not cute to draw on the furniture, pull things off the desk or throw the stapler on the ground; but what he mostly needed was a mother to show him how to be a great person. I didn’t always manage. I needed quite a bit of coffee. Quite a bit of coffee.
They are all gorgeous wonderful people, and I love them to bits. But, I’m going to bed now.
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