As parents, we must wear many hats. We suddenly become teacher, caregiver, nurse, detective, personal shopper, accountant, laundry master, entertainer, chef, personal assistant, event coordinator and much more upon the day our babies are born.
I began to write this post about five days ago with a much more depressing tone as I was diagnosed with Mastitis, I had very strong fever, body aches and pains, very few hours of sleep and the fear of potentially having to stop breastfeeding.
I took my daughter to our daily visit to the indoor playground. To our pleasant surprise there was an other family with a 11 months old baby surrounded with A LOT of toys. Half of what they have on the shelves was on the floor. The parents where quite active in the process, showing balls, cars and such to their son’s. I sat on the floor not so far from them and gave my daughter the space in time to accustom herself to this new environment. It didn't take 5 minutes of her being near me to began her exploration.
Children have the right to their feelings. They shouldn't be distracted or have their emotions diminished because it makes us feel uncomfortable.
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 :).
My daughter has officially reached toddler town. She has been walking for over a month, more so because two incidents happen within the last week which made me realise I need to be extra precocious with her.
“We want our kids to know they'll get what they need, even if they cant always get what they want”
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.
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