Do I love my baby? Of course. Would I do anything for my baby? Without question. Do I wish my baby would stop whispering, ‘this small fleshy prison cannot contain me for long’ and floating upside down three feet from the ceiling every night at exactly 3:42 a.m. while inky black goo oozes from the walls? Yes. But it doesn’t make me a bad mother for feeling that way.
My kid in bed with us- trying to avoid sleep: Dad, what are teeth made of?
Son: okay, tell me about it.
I’m done. He’s trying to trick us by asking intriguing questions that we love him asking, because we like explaining how different things work and my husband is basically google. But damn kid! He got us good because it’s now 15 minutes past bedtime and we’re sitting here talking about the periodic table and carbon.
At the store there was a father and daughter behind me..I’m guessing the girl was maybe 3 or 4. She kept asking for things and eventually he used the classic “life’s not fair” line. She said, “yeah, but why does my dad have to be unfair too?” Touche
I never understood why all the characters getting married and having kids is considered a “happy” ending. By settling down, they’ve ended their adventures and become… boring and normal. To me, that’s one of the most depressing endings imaginable. Don’t they deserve better? I think a real happy ending would be if only a few people got married (provided they were worthy of each other), NOBODY had kids, and they all continued having awesome adventures forever.
I’m a firm believer in the survival of motherhood.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.
What YOU do for YOUR baby is the right way for YOU. Not how the books say, not how your grandma says, not what your sanctimommy-facebook-group says.
As long as no one is being harmed, you do you, boo boo.
In my world, this equates to 25% greatness, 25% failure, and most of the time in the middle.
We don’t CIO or sleep train, but we have a baby who has slept 12-16 hours a night since she was a few days old. We don’t cosleep unless T’s sick, but that’s our preference. We did a mix of BLW and purées at six months old. I EBF until allergies and absorption disorders led us to specialty formula. I choose to raise my child in church & Christian school, but was a public educator for years.
Mamas, raise your babies with your brains and your hearts. You [in my mind] should do your research, but ultimately you need to own your own choices.
I found Harry’s portrayal in Cursed Child realistic. This is a boy who was not allowed to deal with his abuse as a child and faced death every year in school. And the last year, he willingly walked to die. He didn’t have any good father figures to emulate. It’s not a surprise for these things to affect him as an adult. “I wish you weren’t my son” was a terrible thing to say, but he immediately regretted it. He’s learning. With the life he’s had, relationships don’t come easily.