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When I was pregnant with Miss Ava, most well meaning people remarked that we would certainly be hoping for another boy. With two sisters already, Bailey would certainly be worse for wear with another member of the X Chromosome.
To be honest, we never really had a preference.
It would have been lovely to have had another little boy, but the day I found out it was a girl, I was completely overjoyed. I love having girls.
Boatman was likewise happy; having one boy meant that he would have to make time to do manly things with him. Which is basically just an excuse to go fishing, but whatever. 🙂
As the children have grown, there are definitely times when I feel slightly sorry for my little mate.
Girls can be mean.
They just are.
And when you have two older sisters, who are learning the fine art of female manipulation (which FYI, I don’t encourage) and one little sister, who is quite determined to make sure her presence in the family is felt, and will certainly not let anyone get in her way, there are days when I really do feel for my little boy.
(Not that he is perfect mind you. The girls may be able to play mental emotional mind games better than he can, but that kid knows the quickest way to tick them all off, and is not above resorting to it!)
There are times, in our house, when the button pushing, and the nastiness gets the best of me, and I turn into a crabby mummy who makes everyone either go to bed, or give them separate activities in different parts of the house. The latter is not always easy, cause with six people in three bedrooms, everyone has to share.
Most of the time this is ok; good even. I think sharing rooms can teach kids a lot about harmonious living, or forced tolerance as the case may be. But it can be hard, when people need a space of their own.
At the moment our current bedroom arrangements have Taylah and Bailey sharing, and these are the two who are most territorial when it comes to possessions (apart from of course Ava’s toddler logic which declares everything as hers :)).
It’s always a juggling act to try and find special places to put special objects, particularly, Bailey’s special boy things, like his star wars books, light sabers and marbles. (All things that Ava likes to requisition based on the aforementioned laws of toddlerdom).
Lucky for me (or perhaps the kids), Tidy Books sent us a couple of these bunk buddies to trial.
The idea of them, is that they can be hung on the wall next to a bed, (or bunk) where one might not usually have a lot of storage space, but where it would be handy to have some books nearby for bed time.
Unfortunately for us, our house is one of the first ones built after cyclone Tracey in the 70’s,and builders were extra vigilant back then. The walls are literally filled with steel. Which is fabulous from a giant storm point of view, but terrible when it comes to putting a screw in the wall.
It just doesn’t happen.
Thankfully the bottom of the bunk buddies are nice and wide and flat though, so I’ve found a place to put both of them, and both Taylah and Bailey are enjoying a special spot to keep their treasured items.
Which may be slightly dangerous for my nine year old hoarder.
I’m just grateful that there’s not too much room for the randomness she usually collects (The other day I discovered a coloured in rock in her bag.)
Bailey in particular, loves his ‘shelf’, and in a house filled with dolls, pink things and stories about rainbows, it’s very cute to see his rather boyish collection.
For me though, as his adoring mother, it’s not just about him having a spot for his stuff, but its what it represents: The fact that he is a huge part of the family, and not just an added extra that doesn’t quite fit.
That ownership of one special area speaks volumes, and he loves it.
It’s his shelf for his things.
A space of his own.
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