I’m still months away from having my second child, but the guilt has already arrived. Guilt and anxiety over how Thud will cope with the arrival of his little sister.
My child has had 100% of his parents’ attention for his entire life. It’s extreme. We’re not particularly hands-off parents. We are pathetic and indulgent and we treat him like he’s something really spectacular. If he were going to be an only child, he’d probably end up the most awful, spoilt, self-obsessed child on the planet. We do it all wrong.
But at the moment, he’s an incredibly happy and loved little boy and I’m really worried about how he’ll cope when the world isn’t revolving around him anymore.