|There's always room for more!|
You know, I keep getting this question! Funny thing is I also had this question when I was pregnant with my second boy, Iñigo. Since my heart was just so full of love for Vito, I also wondered if there would be enough left over for Iñigo. I was plagued with guilt so much and I haven't even met Iñigo yet! That was definitely a cloud over my pregnancy.
Well, the good news is, yes, you can love another baby! And you can love and love and love again! I won't lie, though. The love you feel for each child will be different but you will love them anyway. The reason I'm blogging about this is because a reader, Nerisa of Baby Neo's Mama, sent me that question and I could feel her heartache even though she doesn't even have another child yet. So I remembered my guilt at having Iñigo and I thought, "Many moms feel this! There is no need to suffer!"
Here's our emails:
Nerisa said yes to my P.S. and that's why I copy-pasted our correspondence. But I want to add more.
In a survey reported by the Daily Mail in the UK, it was found that 1 in 12 parents have a favorite child. As the article's first line said, this survey proved what we kids who have siblings knew all along! There really is a favorite child! As I said in my email to Nerisa, in my case, Mama favored my brother Theodore. That's because he really was the perfect child. Handsome, sweet, kind, talented, obedient, grateful, loving, compassionate. I pray all the time that my Vito and Iñigo be like their Tito Ted!
|I like them both! Sometimes, I like one less (tantrum!) or the other one less (tantrum again!)|
but I love them both to bits, even when I'm annoyed with one or both!
I will confess that there were times I wished my parents liked me more but I really was just too different. They wanted a pliable, sweet, obedient daughter and they just weren't going to get that. I could've chosen to be what they wanted me to be and be adored for that, or I could be who I am and then they'll just have to grudgingly respect that. Very early on, I decided that my parents didn't have to like me because they were very good at showing me that they loved me—no matter what! And I am grateful to them for loving me so much that even when I felt their dislike and I disliked them, too, we knew we loved each other anyway. This love allowed me to grow and be who I am without fear, and it allowed them to shower their favor on one child, which I'm sure was a relief!
|They have each other. My heart is at peace.|