copyright the Chronicle November 25, 2015
by Natalie Hormilla
When I became pregnant with my second child, an ugly fear lurked along the margins of my mind: How could I possibly love another child as much as the daughter I already had? Was it possible? Did all mothers secretly prefer one of their children? Grimly fantasize about what to do if forced to choose one child just before fleeing a burning building?
No. That plain absence of comprehension is now, of course, replaced with the deep knowing that you love each of your kids differently and yet the same. I had heard that thought from other mothers in the past, and its clichéd ring made it hard for me to accept as a complete answer. The satisfaction I now derive… To read the rest of this article, and all the Chronicle‘s stories, subscribe:
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