I’ve read a lot of books and articles on child-rearing and listened to more than a few well-meaning friends/family members/strangers give advice on what I should and shouldn’t do when it comes to caring for a baby and I’ve had such nagging worries in the back of my mind that I’m doing certain things wrong. But then today, the most amazing thing happened. I had an enlightening moment where I fully realized that I don’t have to listen to anyone. I’m the grownup here and I can raise my kid how I want!
I don’t need to stop nursing my baby to sleep, I don’t need to kick him out of my bed for fear that he’ll never leave, and I don’t need to let my baby cry because he “has to learn” that he can’t always get what he wants. There isn’t a one-size-fits-all parenting method and what works for one family might not work for mine – and that’s totally cool! It seems so simple (because it is) but being a first time mom is full of self doubt and answer-seeking. I’m sure I’ll still have plenty of that, but really coming to terms with the fact that Parker and I are the only ones who decide how to care for our child was so empowering and liberating. I’m the grownup. I’m the mom. I make the rules. (I mean, Parker and I make the rules together, but whatevs :)
I read this article yesterday (which I loved) and it contains the single best piece of parenting advice I’ve heard: Read your baby, not the books. Mind. Blown.
We’re so happy, this little family of mine, and doing so great. So for now, I’m going to soak this in and let it be.