Alsou Gataullina,

I am a journalist, I graduated from the Volga Federal University in Kazan. I am writing about different things, but lately I have been interested in topics relating to the upbringing and care of children. When I was 14 years old, my brother was born, and most of the burden of caring for a newborn fell on me.

Because of the big break between the birth of children, my mother forgot the experience she once had, and dad too, so we all started to learn the basics of caring for and raising a child. Of course, I did not get up at night, but did the rest of the work: I changed diapers, fed from a bottle, walked outside, not paying attention to the surprised glances of passersby. I looked like an adult, and everyone thought it was my child. All the relatives said that for me it was a great experience, as for future matter.

Of course, in addition to domestic concerns, I listened to all brother's tantrums and, like parents, tolerated his bad behavior. I perfectly understood the experiences of my parents about the health of my little brother, and just like them, I wanted him to grow up to be a wonderful person.