The books will tell you that “You are the expert on your child”. I used to hate that line. I was looking to them for guidance, for help, for someone to tell me what to DO. Nothing he did made sense to me and I felt, all the time, like I was failing him.
Looking back now I can see that the times when I got out of my own way enough to just trust my gut and stand my ground we did really well. I’ve been thinking all morning about the world of the Tiny Tyrant and you know what kiddos? It’s pretty damn awesome.
His days are full of kisses and cuddles. They are full of stories and comfy clothes. There are toys that make noise (but only two – to help keep Mama and Dork Dad sane) and toys that light up. There are books and more books and EVERYTHING CAN BE CHEWED. There are bottles and yummy purees – i’m less scared of spices now and he is loving it.
|EVERYTHING can be chewed!|
He’s learning to crawl and I’m learning to let him. He’s learning to fall asleep on his own and I’m learning when to step in and comfort and when to let him settle. He’s learning that frustration isn’t the end of the world and i’m learning how to let him figure things out.
Every morning we wake Dork Dad up and have family cuddles in bed. Every night they have Dork Dad’s Bath Time Sea Life Educational Extravaganza (don’t ask). He begins and ends each day with love and a full belly. In between there are adventures big and small, there are fingers and toes and all the amazing things they can do. There are strangers to be charmed and so many giggles. Sometimes there are stupid colds or falling over or teeth coming in – and then there are tears. Tears happen. But they fade and then we go back to the book/toy/discovery/bottle/nap that was already in progress.
Today I’ll take TT to my mom’s house for a sleepover. Dork Dad will come home to freedom for a night. Tomorrow we’ll have a family night and on Sunday I’ll be staying at a hotel taking the longest bath in the history of the world. We will each get what we need. I still need so much help and sometimes I still feel like I’m failing him, Dork Dad and myself but each day I become a little more of an expert on my child and on my family. Today I think we’ll be ok. Today I’m looking forward to the weekend.
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