
I have one child, I love him more than anything in the world. He is sweet and caring and smart and kind and everything good that a child can be, he's very creative and funny and I really won the lottery with this kid. I hear about other people's problems with their kids and I am always so very grateful that I have him.He started sleeping through the night at 7 weeks old, I can count on one hand the times he has thrown out of control tantrums. He gets himself ready for bed and school without ever complaining, he is popular with the other children in his class but is always the most kind to the children who are not.For reasons that are not totally in my control, he is very likely to be the only child I will ever have (and whenever people ask me if I am having another my heart breaks a little bit.)He is 8 now, and I really thought I would be over being sad about not having a daughter. But I am not. I always wanted a daughter, ever since I was a little girl, I love glitter, I love princesses, I love sparkles, I love dresses and bows and, before you say anything, I know that not all daughters would love these things, I know. But I can't help how I feel, I really wish I could.My kid loves babies, he has been begging for a baby sister since he was 3, I can't give that to him, I can't give that to me, even if I could have another baby, which I probably can't, there's a good chance it wouldn't be a girl, and I don't know if I could cope with that again.I found out 9 years ago I was having a baby boy, I was sad but I thought I'd get over it.I should have gotten over it by now. My son is basically perfect. I love him, I wouldn't change him, but I can't help how I feel.I have no idea why I am even typing this, there's nothing anyone can actually do but maybe shouting into the void will help. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2qZlqkQ
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