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A real brotherly love

A real brotherly love - Karen Parisi

Being a single parent is not an easy job. Being a single mom of twins is even more challenging. When I found out that I was having twins, I was so happy. No one in our family had twins before. It was a miracle. Back then, I had no idea what it meant to take care of two infants.

All I wished for was to have two healthy children. As for the rest, I told myself I would find a way to handle it. I was not scared of the perspective of sleepless nights and never ending cries or tantrums. What did I know about kids at that time? Nothing!

Three years later, after an ugly divorce, I can tell you that I do have a lot more experience under my belt. All the moments of crisis that I had all the problems that I have been through made me stronger.

I also learnt that I needed to keep in mind at all times that I was the parent and not the friend of my children. Therefore, I did not succumb to pressure. I did not cave in when they made a tantrum.

I stood there, allowing them to express themselves the way the wanted. That did not mean that I agreed with them. No. I simply let them take out the negative energy. I did not care that we were in a mall and they had an audience, or that people were looking at us, probably condemning me or pitying me. I did not give a damn about their thoughts or judgements.

I was the parent responsible for my kids’ upraising and I was sticking to my plan. I knew that it took only one time of weakness to create of precedent, or open Pandora’s Box. I have to admit that I was impressed by their creativity. They did try it all: shouts, screams, fake tears, rolling down the floor, you name it.

Each time they had a meltdown I was able to remain calm, at least on the outside. I needed to show them that I was in control. But when they started to hit each other, I busted. When I saw T. hitting his brother with his skate board toy, I jumped out of the couch. Within a second I was next to them hoping that I would be able to catch the toy before it hit M.’s face.

Unfortunately I couldn’t prevent the blow. The next second I witnessed T. collapsing and blood coming out of his mouth. With one hand I grabbed the skateboard out of T.’s hand and with the other I tried to pick up M. He was still in shock.

As soon as I looked at his face, I knew that I had to find an Emergency Dentist Boisbriand. One of his teeth was broken. His gum and upper lip were bleeding. This was one of the scariest moments I had to handle all by myself.

À propos de l’auteur :

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Hello, my name is Karen Parisi. I am a young student who is passionate about life and I really love the Internet. My blog is a creative place where I talk about my daily life and my passions. I warn you, my projects and my tastes are very diverse and it will quite an adventure to read me.