When in doubt, have CAKE!
Sassi has been very low these past few days. Some allergies popping up, her nose keeps getting dried up and that annoys her. This morning
Sassi has been very low these past few days. Some allergies popping up, her nose keeps getting dried up and that annoys her. This morning
One thing a childhood brimming with joy taught me. Allow your child to be bored. So they can entertain themselves in ways Pinterest nor You ever can.
My 3 year old woke up yesterday morning and burst into tears “Mujhe kisi ke ghar jaana hai” I want to go to someone’s house,
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.
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.
As eager as you are to write your own story and walk your own path, some things must wait for my heart is poorly and my arms weak. I still need you breathing in my shoulder and teething on my chin.
Just a tad longer…
If I’d get a nickel every time someone asks me to have another child, we won’t need to worry about Sass’s college money. However, in addition to retaining some semblance of sanity in my own life here is an unusual one that I wish to do for my child by keeping things single. Oops. Simple, I meant.