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	<title>Comments on: The patter of tiny feet</title>
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	<description>Raising Bernard</description>
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		<title>By: sue</title>
		<link>http://www.uborka.nu/rise/2007/06/the-patter-of-tiny-feet/comment-page-1/#comment-1443</link>
		<dc:creator>sue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 13:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;What can I say ? I have three and would have loved to have more. Your ability to love simply expands and the older children are more than glad to help out.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Except for the shitty diapers. That is where the buck stops- at me.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What can I say ? I have three and would have loved to have more. Your ability to love simply expands and the older children are more than glad to help out.</p>

<p>Except for the shitty diapers. That is where the buck stops- at me.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>By: Jane</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2007 09:31:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;My husband and I have recently gone through this whole discussion ourselves and come to the same conclusion, so I think I understand something of your thoughts. As an only child myself I was always happy enough. It is also worth pointing out that although there are lots of people very happy to have siblings there are an equal number who DON&#039;T get on and fervently wish that they weren&#039;t around. My boss is one example, she is 50 and never sees or speaks to her brother, he doesn&#039;t help with their elderly mother or even remember birthdays. They never fell out, or even played together much as kids, they just didn&#039;t click. So, even if a brother or sister was present there is no guarantee whatsoever that they would get on and be friends. However, I still get really sick of people asking me when No. 2 is planned and then looking horrified when I say it won&#039;t! I can recommend reading You and Your Only Child by Patricia Nachman - I found it really supportive when thinking around the issue.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My husband and I have recently gone through this whole discussion ourselves and come to the same conclusion, so I think I understand something of your thoughts. As an only child myself I was always happy enough. It is also worth pointing out that although there are lots of people very happy to have siblings there are an equal number who DON&#8217;T get on and fervently wish that they weren&#8217;t around. My boss is one example, she is 50 and never sees or speaks to her brother, he doesn&#8217;t help with their elderly mother or even remember birthdays. They never fell out, or even played together much as kids, they just didn&#8217;t click. So, even if a brother or sister was present there is no guarantee whatsoever that they would get on and be friends. However, I still get really sick of people asking me when No. 2 is planned and then looking horrified when I say it won&#8217;t! I can recommend reading You and Your Only Child by Patricia Nachman &#8211; I found it really supportive when thinking around the issue.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>By: Karen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Karen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 08:34:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;You don&#039;t need to tell me about the joy of having a brother, I have exactly the same experience and I&#039;d say that he&#039;s one of the most important people in my life. But that doesn&#039;t mean Bernard can&#039;t have a whole and meaningful existence without one.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You don&#8217;t need to tell me about the joy of having a brother, I have exactly the same experience and I&#8217;d say that he&#8217;s one of the most important people in my life. But that doesn&#8217;t mean Bernard can&#8217;t have a whole and meaningful existence without one.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>By: Hazy</title>
		<link>http://www.uborka.nu/rise/2007/06/the-patter-of-tiny-feet/comment-page-1/#comment-1434</link>
		<dc:creator>Hazy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2007 22:15:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;All the money, attention, spoiling and parental love in the word couldn&#039;t make up for the joy of having my brother.  I love knowing that whatever happens, wherever we are (and I should point out that we live in different countries) he&#039;s there for me and I&#039;m there for him.  We still laugh hysterically about moments we shared growing up and we still talk to each other in silly accents just like we did 30 years ago.  I am very thankful not to be an only child.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;However, having said that, you are quite right to do what you feel is right for you.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>All the money, attention, spoiling and parental love in the word couldn&#8217;t make up for the joy of having my brother.  I love knowing that whatever happens, wherever we are (and I should point out that we live in different countries) he&#8217;s there for me and I&#8217;m there for him.  We still laugh hysterically about moments we shared growing up and we still talk to each other in silly accents just like we did 30 years ago.  I am very thankful not to be an only child.  </p>

<p>However, having said that, you are quite right to do what you feel is right for you.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>By: Krissa</title>
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		<dc:creator>Krissa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2007 16:31:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m with you. Everyone says I will change my mind once I&#039;ve had the first (whenever that is) and I&#039;m glad to see that you still feel like one is right for you. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And let me tell you, I am essentially an only child (two brothers 15 and 16 years older who didn&#039;t live abroad with us don&#039;t count for the purpose of this point) and I can say honestly, I adored it. I adored the simple dynamic between my parents and myself, the self-sufficiency in entertaining myself, and okay - the not having to share everything! I grew up moving every three years and I still wouldn&#039;t trade it. I loved it.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m with you. Everyone says I will change my mind once I&#8217;ve had the first (whenever that is) and I&#8217;m glad to see that you still feel like one is right for you. </p>

<p>And let me tell you, I am essentially an only child (two brothers 15 and 16 years older who didn&#8217;t live abroad with us don&#8217;t count for the purpose of this point) and I can say honestly, I adored it. I adored the simple dynamic between my parents and myself, the self-sufficiency in entertaining myself, and okay &#8211; the not having to share everything! I grew up moving every three years and I still wouldn&#8217;t trade it. I loved it.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>By: Gordon</title>
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		<dc:creator>Gordon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2007 15:42:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Bernard is going to be spoiled.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;That sounds like a bad thing, hang on and I&#039;ll rephrase... Bernard is going to be loved!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I can&#039;t contemplate having one child, the thought of two ... nope doesn&#039;t even register. I think, like that whole &#039;love&#039; thing, you &quot;just know&quot; so if 2 ain&#039;t right for you, then 2 ain&#039;t right for you!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Lucky Bernard I say!&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bernard is going to be spoiled.</p>

<p>That sounds like a bad thing, hang on and I&#8217;ll rephrase&#8230; Bernard is going to be loved!</p>

<p>I can&#8217;t contemplate having one child, the thought of two &#8230; nope doesn&#8217;t even register. I think, like that whole &#8216;love&#8217; thing, you &#8220;just know&#8221; so if 2 ain&#8217;t right for you, then 2 ain&#8217;t right for you!</p>

<p>Lucky Bernard I say!</p>]]></content:encoded>
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