This post is dedicated to my daughter. A little over a year ago I woke up in the night, my water had broke. I felt a calm wave rolling through my soul, a tingle of excitement, I was finally going to meet this little human who had been growing inside of me. For nine months our heart beats were one. For nine months we were connected in a way so honest and pure, no man could ever comprehend.
The main event that kicked off this new pursuit of love in parenthood began one day as I was having a conversation with my husband “among many which are most likely resulting of me having epiphanies” - thank’s hubby :).
Today in the early morning I woke up to my daughter’s little hand tickling my forearm with her tiny fingers in her sleep. Her little warm feet up on my leg. She always like to sleep with her feet up somehow. It is amazing how from such young age they have their own thing going on. We generally take them for little cute babies which they are, very cute.
We are given so much information on a day to day basis associated with many assets, most irrelevant. It can be quite overwhelming especially when you enter parenthood. It is like a torrent of advice regarding how to care, how to raise and educate our children.
My craving for knowledge on “how to care & raise my daughter” began during my pregnancy, quite obviously... I read "a book" make that 20 ! Like most new parents about parenthood, nutrition, post - pre - pregnancy, co sleeping and psychology. Only one stood out to me (at that time) - by Carlos Gonzalez, Kiss me ! - it genuinely reenforced the way I was going to be, as mother.
In my earliest trip to my homeland I had a couple of girlfriends visiting me to catch up on our lives. Nice icy cold bottle of chardonnays on a hot summer day and you’ve got yourself a perfect afternoon, what a delight ! One thing led to an other, we began discussing about what is appropriate for little girls to wear at the beach. I however, realise that most opinions will be influenced by the culture, religions and more importantly the environment in which the child is raised.
“It seems that the beginning of my learning on acknowledging babies and children emotions happen at a crucial turning point in my relationship with my daughter.”
I began like any other breastfeeding mother the process of slowly weaning which went very well. At 13 months, I stopped the night feeding, after only one night of her waking up (as per habit). I simply put her back to sleep without nursing her and we were down to two sessions per day. One at night and one in the morning. Everything went smooth from there. Or so I thought.. You either have stumbled upon my site by luck or you’re simply browsing but hey, either way i’m glad you are here ! Chances are you are a parent mom or dad and you either are at lost with it or maybe need an interesting read to relate with parenthood. I am a mom in my late twenties. I am loving every bits of it. May the rain poor on me or the sun shine through I feel blessed with it all.
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