(cross post from MomEx)
One day, I hear my two boys playing.
P (after falling off from his pogo stick): Ow! Ow!! Ow!!! I have an owie!!!!!!!!
K: Kuya, I’ll kiss your owie.
P: Okay *sniff*
K: *tssssup* okay na, kuya?
P: Thanks, K.
K: I love you, Kuya.
P: I love you too, Kevin.
I honestly don’t know how other children are. But I’m glad that P and K love each other the way they do. P looks out for K and K idolizes his kuya. It never ceases to amaze me that whatever his kuya does, K will surely follow (thus we call him kuya’s pwet!).
I’d like to think that they’re this way because of the choice we’ve made in implementing our parenting style. We’ve breastfed both kids (I say “we” because without the support of my husband, I don’t think I’d get far), we co-sleep with them (sex gets challenging!), we babywear (more often than not, I do, but S does, sometimes), we also use gentle discipline, and give them limits.
We still have a loooooong way to go since they’re still very young. But both S and I hope to raise conscientious, caring, responsible children.