When I see photos of all three of my daughters together I struggle to see similarities between them. They all have the same hair colour. The same big eyes. But they are so different. P1 is the image of me, P3 is the image of Hubby but P2 is a bit of an odd bod. She looks like Hubby more than me but there’s definitely a mix.
There’s quite a big divide forming between them. As much as they do love and care for each other, they all bicker like cat and dog. Even the baby! It isn’t what I wanted for them all. I wanted them to be thick as thieves. I wanted to capture moments of them snuggling together on the sofa in each other’s arms. But they’re just not like that and whilst it’s very tiring to have to keep reminding them that it’s not ok to smack your sister on the head (P2) or snatch toys (P1 & P3), if this is the way they have their bonds then I can’t exactly force anything else. I’ll just guide them in the hope they’ll find a better path and a happy understanding.
The loving, caring and tender relationship between all three was sort of glued together with the love they showed towards P3. It was something they had in common. But since P3 has been able to destroy their games the divide has started to show a bit more. Nothing is safe, their food, their games, their toys and even when they’re resting.
They each have very different personalities. I love them all in different ways yet the same amount. They make me want to scream and cry but they are so utterly adorable at times. I feel so proud of all of them, that I created these beautiful little humans.