I have three children, the oldest daughter is 7 years old, and the kids are 2.4 years old. They are twins, a boy and a girl. The eldest daughter really wanted and waited for the appearance of babies.
She actually turned out to be more accurate than an ultrasound scan, as long before visiting the specialists she said: Mom, you will have a boy here and a girl here. The daughter was right. So we waited for the kids with impatience.
Here are the kids, or as dad called them – guys, at home. Small food lumps. I spent the whole day in their room. In the morning I left it not earlier than one in the afternoon. Feeding, changing clothes, rocking. And so every day.
Elder tried not to throw. Relatives gave the opportunity to take a walk with her, we went to the pool every weekend, went to the movies, only I took her to classes.
And all this so that she does not feel deprived of attention. But still, sometimes notes of jealousy slipped in her voice. I patiently explained that they are small, the attitude towards them is a little different.
While the children were small, there were no threats to the daughter’s room from their side. At this time, we were intensively engaged with her in that we got used to establish our own order in the room. Learned She became the real keeper of her room.
And when the baby grew up and began to crawl, to disperse around the apartment, then she just like a tigress defended her room. We put a snap-in handle on the door so that the children could not enter it.
The first question she asked when she came back from school or walk: And the children were not in my room, did they touch anything there ?.
Dust to the ceiling
Day after day, these scandals repeated. I went to her room, because all my things are in her closet, the little ones go after me, because if I leave them outside, they cry.
They, while I dress, touch something, move from place. My daughter sees it, screams, cries, pushes them out of the room, they cry. And such rubbish all day. And all my persuasions, cries, punishments have no influence on her.
Recently, it was ridiculous. We moved quite recently, and her room was free, we had already carried everything from there, only a dismantled cupboard remained there.
So she came back from school and saw that the door was open, rushed there and shouted: What, were the children in my room again? I tell her that this is not your room anymore and there is nothing to take here. She smiled and said: Oh, yes, and I already got used to drive them out of here.
Life is a wise thing
We moved from a three-room apartment to a two-room apartment; one room is occupied by the mother-in-law. And now we all live in the same room. And all we have now is common.
This is the life that taught my daughter a lesson, gradually she learns to share everything with her brother and sister, calmly reacts to the fact that they draw her drawings, read books and play with her toys.