Someone sent me this when I had just had DD2. It reminded me what a gift I was giving DD1. I threw out the hairbrush and sock book the same day.
LOVING TWO
I walk along holding your hand,
basking in the glow of our magical relationship.
Suddenly I feel a kick from within,
as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I
love you?
Then he is born, and I watch you.
I watch the pain you feel at having to share me
as you've never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way,
Please love only me.
And I hear myself telling you in mine,
I can't right now, knowing, in fact, that I never can
again.
You cry. I cry with you.
I almost see our new baby as an intruder
On the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never quite have again.
But then, barely noticing,
I find myself attached to that new being,
And feel almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying him -- as though
I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change,
first to curiosity,
then to protectiveness,
finally to genuine affection.
More days pass,
and we are settling into a new routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading
fast.
But something else is replacing those wonderful times
we shared,
There are new times -- only now, We are three.
I watch the love between you grow,
the way you look at each other,
touch each other.
I watch how he adores you -- as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of his new
accomplishments.
And I begin to realize that I haven't taken something
from you,
I've given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love
openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as
you are,
but equally strong.
And my question is finally answered, to my amazement.
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you --
only differently.
And although I realize that you may have to share my
time,
I now know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you -- you each have
your own supply.
I love you – both and I thank you both for blessing my
life.