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Date: 2005-07-26 12:04 am (UTC)One of the things I was worried about was that Kouryou-chan might start resenting giving up time with either Elf or myself to Yamaarashi-chan. She had shown before the transition a tendancy sometimes towards hogging of affection, and I wondered what might happen when Yamaarashi-chan moved in. But she's been a wonderful child, sharing everything just as before, and not showing resentment.
One of the reasons I wanted to get the Sunday all-family planning sessions going was that it would give the kids an opportunity to express issues that they had with each other or with us in a safe environment. Things such as, "I'm angry because Yamaarashi always gets to do x, y, and z with you too" can be turned into, "would you luck me to schedule special time with you so that we can do x, y, or z together?" or something to that affect. But without such kinds of sessions, we might never know that the problem existed, or that it existed in the manner it did.