You’ve probably heard it, heck, I still hear it. It goes something like this: “Holding your baby too much will spoil her and she’ll expect to be held all of the time.”
Uh, hello.
Uh, hello.
We’re talking about babies. Babies are supposed to be held. Cuddled. Kissed. Comforted.
As you can probably guess, that was one bit of advice that got thrown out (hmm, hmm, with the bath water!). How ridiculous!
I held my baby whenever I wanted and if she wanted me to pick her up I picked her up. And you know what, she is 6 now and my baby is gone. So am I glad I held her when I could, do I regret holding and cuddling my baby? No Way!
And the best part?
She’s not spoiled. (What does that mean anyway? Children are not left-overs in the fridge.)
But she has always know that I’m here for her (and if you can’t count on your momma who can you count on?).
So my advice: Go pick up your baby – now! While you’ve still got the chance!
As you can probably guess, that was one bit of advice that got thrown out (hmm, hmm, with the bath water!). How ridiculous!
I held my baby whenever I wanted and if she wanted me to pick her up I picked her up. And you know what, she is 6 now and my baby is gone. So am I glad I held her when I could, do I regret holding and cuddling my baby? No Way!
And the best part?
She’s not spoiled. (What does that mean anyway? Children are not left-overs in the fridge.)
But she has always know that I’m here for her (and if you can’t count on your momma who can you count on?).
So my advice: Go pick up your baby – now! While you’ve still got the chance!
(The picture included today is of Zoë and my mom. It was taken on Sept. 11, 2001 - at least one nice thing happened that day.)
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