DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FIRST AND SECOND BORN
Recently, I came accross a woman who shared her experince about her first and second child.
Most mothers always think they are going to experience what they pass through with their first child again when they are pregnant with their second one. But most of the times, the experience is always the opposite about the second child.
Then about the area of love, most mothers always love their first child more than the second one, or the rest. There’s this bundle of joy and special feeling when we see our first child.
Is it possible to love all your children same way?
Read what this woman experience when she had her first and sencond child below:
The difference between my first and second born.
With my first child I needed to learn how to love a new love. A love so encompassing, so huge, so infinite, that it hurt. It hurt terribly. I would hold her at night and sob uncontrollably. I would cry so hard I couldn’t breathe. My tears would fall on her head as I looked at this human that I created. I couldn’t believe how much I loved her.
I was crying not because I was sad necessarily, but because I was feeling the pain of my heart growing so fast so quickly.
Too fast, in fact. It was too much love. My soul ached. I wanted to dial down the love. I’d never felt a love like this. I wasn’t prepared. Could I learn how to love like this? Was my heart able to grow enough to contain all of the emotion that was pouring out of me?
It was, but it took time. I simply had to survive through the growing pains of a love this large.
With my second, I didn’t feel this, but only because my heart had already grown to contain a love this size. I simply added to the love that was already there. Like I had already built the mansion – I just needed to add a new room. Or the ocean was there, we just included a few more lakes and rivers. Or that I created the universe and just added a few more galaxies. I learned how to love this large and just applied it to a new, beautiful, perfect human.
This isn’t to say I don’t feel the pain of love anymore. It comes when I least expect it. When my daughter perfectly recites a nursery rhyme and the realization of her growth hits me like a truck. Or when my son opens his eyes and seems to look right at me like “oh hi mommy! It’s nice to meet you!” Or when my daughter kisses my son and my husband and I lock eyes like “how did our life become so perfect? What did we do to deserve this beautiful family?”
I’m not sure our love for our children ever stops growing. Perhaps we’re always building new rooms and attics and renovating the backyards. We’re always adding rivers and ponds and lakes. There’s always new stars and planets and every stage.
It’s the most wonderful pain I’ve ever felt and it makes me feel alive. What a wonderful thing it is to love someone so much it hurts.
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DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FIRST AND SECOND BORN
