Dear ones, my name is Claudia, I am 39 years old and have three children. The older ones are 10 and 8, then there’s a latecomer at 6 months.
The little straggler wasn’t quite planned, but we were still very happy. The big brothers are totally enjoying their new role and are really lovely to the baby. I also really enjoy the little one most of the time, of course I’m much more experienced now than I used to be and that makes it easier.
But we all know how exhausting a baby can be. Sometimes I think how easy it was before the baby arrived. The older ones are already really independent and travelled a lot with friends. I had enough time for myself, our relationship and for friends. Now everything is different again and I’m there for the little one 24/7.
Is the late arrival perhaps too much for us?
Sometimes I really long for the old days and wonder whether two children wouldn’t have been better. Someone always takes two kids off your hands, but not really three. Everything gets a bit more complicated with three, whether it’s the car or holidays. Sometimes I really panic because I realise how many years it will take until I have more freedom again.
At the same time, I’m ashamed of the thought and I don’t dare talk about it openly. That’s why I’m writing here and hoping for some dialogue with mums who might understand me.
