I have a 6 year old daughter and a 4 year old son.
I never, ever worry about whether or not I am a good enough Mum to my son. He is not the easiest child, has had various health issues over the years with all sorts of tag-on behavioural fall out, but I KNOW that I am a good enough Mum for him. I know that I make his world safe, and that I can Fix Everything for him. He never fazes me. I don't worry about his future, or second guess myself. We just bumble along.
My daughter - I worry. There is nothing particularly to worry about. She is a lovely little girl, eager to please, funny, clever, interesting, not especially stubborn but with a strong sense of right and wrong, doing fine at school, has friends, liked by teachers, confident, happy... yet I tie myself in knots worrying about her. More specifically worrying that I'm not a good enough Mum for her. I dread getting it wrong. I worry that she keeps things to herself. I analyse whether or not I am creating a relationship where she can share how she feels. I agonise over whether or not she feels left out when I do things with her brother, or when the new baby arrives (imminent). I worry about boosting her confidence. I worry my expectations of her are too high. And mostly I worry that instead of just relaxing and letting her be, I spend so much time worrying that surely I must be creating an atmosphere of anxiety around her.
Is it because she is the eldest? Can anyone relate to this? Am I just PFBing my ass off?
Is it because she is a girl? I read Feminist books and worry about how she will make her way in a world that is weighted against her. Then I worry that I don't give her enough credit
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Is it just that she's older? Will I worry about my son when he's 6?
Is it because I am projecting my own complete non-relationship with my own mother on to us? My mum has a great relationship with my brothers but takes no interest in me at all. I was brought up to believe that girls are far inferior to boys, and truly believed it. I wished I were a boy. All my friends were boys. I understand boys. I feel as though with my daughter I don't have a blueprint or a map. It terrifies me. I love her so, so much, and am so proud of her - I find her awesome, her confidence and her sparkiness and her way of thinking and everything about her. And I worry I'm not doing it right. I get so scared about her growing up and thinking about me the way I think of my mum - mild resentment and mostly nothing.
I feel like I want instructions.