Once I was able to take care of myself and my children, I then wanted to share.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My wife and I had children when we were children ourselves.
I had a very supportive family environment that gave me room to explore and discover things about myself.
Because I was an only, I had more things, and I remember early on the kick I got from giving stuff away. Despite all the myths about only children not being able to share, actually I've never knowingly met a stingy one.
The needs of babies and toddlers were constant and drained the life out my sense of self and my family's relationship with each other.
There are a lot of things that I have not shared that I will never share. I do have a personal private life.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to share everything I've got with somebody - and sometimes I think I'm very lucky to have the bathroom to myself. But I feel it would be nice to pass on my knowledge. Perhaps because I haven't got children - one wants to educate somebody.
After the war, when my husband came home, we had two more children, and domesticity for a while prevailed combined with beginning the work I had always wanted to do, which was writing a book.
The summer after I got divorced, my children asked to sleep in my bed again. It would be the first time we'd shared a bed since they were infants.
My mother loved children - she would have given anything if I had been one.
I had two children. I had a nanny to manage my kids.