Flower Power
I wanted to surprise a mother figure for her birthday but my child ended up surprising me with her secret talent.
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I wanted to surprise a mother figure for her birthday but my child ended up surprising me with her secret talent.
Weaning is what’s been on my mind for a little over six months and I Research. Like. A lot. Here’s an article I found particularly helpful and surprisingly eye opening on many counts.
I don’t have to quit being a gentle parent to wean.
This tiny little hand is not holding on to me for support or love as it may seem. It is holding on to me coupled with glaring eyes and a resolve to crack mountains. Actually explaining exactly what she needs in way more detail than she ever would before. Bittersweet is certainly the understatement of the century here.
Teaching a child how to love is easy. They are so good at it they can perhaps teach us something about unconditional love. What’s a tricky one is how to rein that in and not feed into your child growing up an entitled brat who thinks love is their right. Because let’s be honest, don’t we already have enough of those around?
Janet Lansbury explains how to lovingly nip this in the bud when it is still just a lovable thing they do.
Having a little human follow you around can get tiring. What really hits the tiring game out of the park is when we try too hard.
Too hard to be perfect. Too hard to do it right. Too hard to “be the best role model”.
A cheat sheet for non manic parenting.
Curly hair deserve some extra love. I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time. Finally, we took the leap.
Look closely. While my child screams and runs off in anger that would shame animal rights supporters marching at Knightsbridge with bloodied fur around their necks, you will find another human offspring rolling on the floor in the distance. Almost looked for her mum to suggest swapsies!
I wrote this somewhere in February then forgot it in the drafts. That in itself is a lesson to be learnt. Never put kindness on the back burner. It is the only thing worthwhile you can teach your child. Help them grow a beautiful heart.
Reading with a baby, especially if you can’t quite hand your child off to anyone, gets more difficult as the offspring grows and develops a love for ripping paper. It’s a constant battle between do I love my child or do I love my books and it can go either way if you’re me. I steered clear from making that choice for a while until this past month when there was truce on the battlefield.
Park is usually a constant in a child’s life. Except when you are born to hermits who love their nooks and books. Then it’s an expedition. My poor, forever Vitamin D deprived kid has a go at the Park Baby life and goes a little nutsy, making (non) snow angels in clumps of weeds and grass amongst other fun stuff.