Because 40 minutes of six wriggly 3-year-old Sunbeams two Sundays a month was enough for me. They were cute, but energetic, and despite singing “I am a Child of God” three times AND going to the drinking fountain AND shaking out our wriggles AND coloring…they were still all over the place. Thankfully my co-teacher is a mom, including one of the Sunbeams in our class. There is another Sunbeam class, and they were in the row behind our group during closing exercises. My class was sprawled over their chairs, poking each other, or fiddling with their “I am a Child of God” crowns inexpertly cut out and either stapled or taped to their heads. The other class sat quietly with their beautifully color-copied crowns. Ugh. “My Sunbeams can beat up your Sunbeams.”
I've been spending time with my friend who has a 7mo. old. Thusfar he's been an angel, but he's starting to get grumpy, and he's not old enough to really interact with people yet. That is to say, I don't know how parents do it 24/7 either.
She's definitely been sleep deprived, which goes hand in hand with on-demand feeding. I try to keep her out and about because she is away from her family and friends (her husband is a student here) and I'm worried about PPD.
I really don't know for sure, but from what I can tell, PPD is something every one goes thru. It's just the intensity of it varies. Some women get really bad doses of it and some hardly any.
What ever the case, the first three months after child birth are not easy - no matter how u cut it.
hahahaha! i love the imagery of the "children of god" being so naughty :) i presume the crowns weren't actually stapled to their heads?
well, as a parent of 2, but of course not of 2 closely placed together, i must say that i was always in awe of teachers who could bear them in groups. One stinky adolescent with more attitude than sense was enough for me, but a whole class of them would have been a nightmare, and i understood why secondary teachers are quite a defended bunch when compared to primary teachers.
but ultimately one puts up with the harrowing stuff because one feels so much unconditional love that it makes it bearable, and when it ceases, momentarily, to be bearable, one lashes out and says horrid things that one regrets later
as i used to say to my son... well you can feel free to talk to your therapist about that one day :)
there's no maybe about it... though if you had 6 all around the same age, you might feel at the end of your tether a lot of the time!
but one's own children are always infinitely more tolerable than other people's. i have just a couple of friends whose kids i've always adored and never felt disinterested in... but the rest, i can take em or leave em
:) I used to do a lot of babysitting. The longest I ever looked after kids on my own was a week while the parents went away. I had three rather hyperactive, but generally very sweet-tempered, children to care for, two in primary school, one doing half days of child care. Their mother had very kindly lined up visits to friends for any day the kids weren't at school or child care so that I always had at least two hours to myself every day. I was bloody exhausted by the end of that week and I don't know how parents do it either!