I've been reading blogs for several years now. I started religiously reading a few that I've kept up with around 2005, I think. At that time, a lot of these women (and a few men) were trying to build their families. In a lot of cases that meant infertility treatments, so for a lot of them, that meant it took awhile.
It's interesting now - all of the ones I've stuck with have had some success in some way or another with building their families (ie. they are all parents now whether they conceived naturally, through ART or adoption) and so have become parenting blogs of some sort or another. I've added several "Mommy Blogs" to what used to be exclusively IF blogs and so primarily, I read blogs about parenting children who, in many cases, are at least a few years older than my own or the same age, etc.
I'm terrified. One woman is writing about the trials and tribulations of her 5-year-old son's friends being mean to him, calling him names, and beginning to withhold their friendship. I think that I had both forgotten and not realized the extent to which even very little children could be cruel and mean and I am nervous for my own children.
Fuss is beautiful and smart and incredibly friendly. So the most obvious issues aren't (thus far) an issue for her, but that often doesn't stop little kids from finding SOMETHING to be mean about. I wasn't unattractive as kid (not the prettiest of little girls, but nothing was obviously wrong with me other than my red hair and freckles, which most kids left alone) and sometimes I was too smart for my own good (I'd often be found quoting the psychological insights my mom would share with me, which were probably better left unsaid to the masses) and I was friendly, but I was bossy, admittedly, and a little selfish, even when compared to other children my age (I'm think specifically of the ages 5-6 here, though don't we all have a little problem with that from time to time when it comes right down to it?) I remember being crushed when people wouldn't want to play with me... and how on earth do you protect your children from that heartbreak without keeping them out of social situations in the first place and thereby stunting their growth and development (and in my social butterfly's case, her joy and fun) in other ways? Ugh. Sometimes I wish I could put her in a bubble. :)
She's not exactly starting Kindergarten next week or anything, but we are talking about a couple of mornings per week at a small daycare nearby just to give her more of an opportunity to socialize when the baby comes. And what on earth am I going to do the first time she comes home in tears because some little person won't be her friend? Offer to beat up a 3 year old? Hardly. But how do you know how to handle that?