Loving Two

I walk along holding your 2-year-old 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”, 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 feeling

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, just we two.

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. —Author Unknown

I found this piece which I thought was beautiful. I amy not have a two year old toddler but I have a two year old doggie which I am conscious about when our little one finally arrives :(

The Gremlin turns 2...

Its the 7th of the 7th month and its Babee, our little doggie's birthday today. He's 2 years old in dog years, which is 14 human years old. Can't believe we've had him for this long. I remember waking up one morning in 2008, with the brightest idea of getting a puppy. I got him that day itself. Driving home that day, boy I was in worry as I didn't even know the slightest of taking care of a dog, let alone taking care of myself! How could I manage to keep him healthy and alive? :) Well, it turned out fine. Babee's still a spoilt brat but he's a good boy really. 

I truely love this little gremlin. He lights up our lives and is family. 

Let there be many more birthdays to come... 

Its about time!

Its the 1st of July and its about time I get up off my lazy butt to write my first post for this blog. Have signed up for this ages ago but never got round to doing anything. I'm so lazy! Gotta get into gear and start being more disciplined! After all, its not long till I will be in a routine soon with the new member joining us on September 11th :)

A little run down on the recent past... currently in Mauritius, came here with my husband in mid- December 2009, a day after our registration in London. Its now been 6 months since we've been here and 3 months left till our new baby arrives. Time flies! Unbelievable...


Anyways, my husband started work here in November 2009, whilst I was still living in London, trying to wrap up the shipping, house, flying our dog (Babee) etc. It was a long month and a half till we saw each other. Although, we were constantly in touch daily online and managed to rack up our phone bills. hehe... 


We got registered on Saturday, 12/12/2009 in London, which we shared with our beloved friends. They made our day so very special. Something that we'll never forget. Especially the next day when we rushed to clear our house with the help of so many of our friends. We rushed to the airport to find ourselves caught in a standstill on the motorway and having to divert through the countryside using a tom tom. We nearly missed putting our dog on the cargo flight, let alone us on the flight (check-in desk closed) as we had to drop off the hired car which ended up a mission, leaving it at the airport and having a friend to go to their desk at the airport to inform them. We ran to the departure gate only to find the flight delayed by 2 hours! Gosh what a day it was!


Anywaysss... we made it to beautiful Mauritius in the end :) 


Enjoyed a night's stay at the Hilton the weekend after, for my husband's christmas work function. It was amazing at that resort. 


Spent Xmas at quarantine with our Babee. He got out of quarantine day before my birthday :) Very pleased. Same day we found out we were pregnant...