Disclaimer: I am not sure that I am fully eligible to comment on this topic as I have only 2 kids. However I follow a lot of European and American moms, who have multiple (read 4 and more) kids and I have found them sharing this common thought. So here I am, sharing how I am a different mother to my two daughters.
The impetus for this post comes from the fact that my little one just turned 6. I still can't believe as she's the baby of the family even now, and I am unsure how long this will continue. I am almost a completely different person to both of them, and here's how.
I am way more lenient with her than I am with my elder one. Mohi, my first born's primary complaint with me is that I am not strict with her sister enough. I agree totally as I bend my rules to my fullest capacity for the little one while for Mohi, it's never that way.
I am more patient. I had been an angry mom with Mohi, not just because she drives me crazy but because I have always had less patience for her. The fact is that motherhood teaches you patience like nothing else. It's being mom to her taught me to be immensely patient, and that is being milked by Mishi.
I have less energy. Maybe because I had Mohi at 25 and Mishi at 30. 5 years is a considerable amount of time to get drained, especially as a mom. The amount of efforts I have spent (and still do) on Mohi, is nothing that I do for Mishi. I had parents of older kids teasing me on the same, when I used to make out of the box crafts and other stuff for school for Mohi.
I have lower expectations. Maybe because I don't put so much effort on her. Whether it's creating worksheets or excelling in school projects, cooking special meals or buying top things, I have done nothing for my little one. My entire reserve of time and energy gets spent on my elder one. Mishi thrives on hand me downs of her sister, modest school projects and is an average performer. And I am not bothered by it.
She's more like a cuddly toy for me while my elder one is a project. One can't have a favourite child but sometimes I feel that I love Mishi more. Maybe because I am constantly guilty that I don't do enough for her. Or maybe she's too cute and irresistible. I look at her tiny face (even at 6 years) and feel that she deserves so much more from me. And that engulfs me with accountability and I coddle her even more. This really angers Mohi and she starts behaving madly, which in turn angers me and it's a vicious cycle. While Mishi watches us fighting from a corner and then runs to me and hugs me and says I love you mumma.
Motherhood baffles me every single day!
As you all must have guessed by now, it was a Paw Patrol party. My kids have been obsessed with these pups forever and this year we decided on embracing them. The theme was red and blue and we all were endorsing either Chase or Marshall. IYKYK. 😀
For the first time, Mishi had so many of her classmates joining her party. The previous years, mostly had our family friends.
The party was a huge success (sigh of relief). We played Tambola and many other games, there were stellar performances and I cooked a storm (which everyone loved thankfully.)
The first function of the year checked off from the list, next would be Mohi's birthday party. Wish me luck!
This blog post is part of ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’
hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla.