Nothing can prepare you for being a parent. It tests your stamina, your nerves, your emotions and at times even your sanity. You start out fretting over how to change a nappy or bath the baby without drowning it, and before long you discover that’s the least of your challenges. And just when you think you’ve got one phase of childhood cracked, they grow a bit older and there it’s a whole new scenario. Toddling, school, boyfriends or girlfriends, driving lessons – in never stops. Luckily the rewards are huge – the fun, the hugs and the closeness. Even the thanks eventually, if you’re very lucky. And most importantly of course the pleasure of seeing them grow into the kind of person you can be proud of.
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Thanks so much for the Blog! Makes for fantastic, informative reading and your warmth and generosity of spirit shines throughout.
How about Raising Boys?? I wanted a boy so much that, after three girls and a firm conviction that the fourth was another beautiful girl (we did not even have a boy's name ready, nor any boy-friendly clothes) imagine my joy on hearing the observation "it's a boy!" I yelled for all I was worth across the hospital "it's a boy!!!" and from that moment took to mumuring to him in those glorious first bonding attachment parenting days: "my son, my son...."
He is a tall, high-spirited, sociable and handsome 23 now, and my goodness have we had a rollercoaster of a life with him along the way! But that's a whole other story......
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