I sit online, scrolling Amazon and Zulily for the perfect toy. A toy that is educational that will teach him, a toy that will bring him joy.
How have I forgotten what he not only needs but WANTS most is me.
Ari is two now. Since the day my son was born he made it clear that mommy was his world, and he was mine.
Okay, it’s time to stir the pot. Its been pretty PC around here for the most part and well — It’s getting old. Don’t you think? Not that I want to offend; but I have views and opinions and this is my blog. If I can’t be Raivon here, without fear . . . then where can I?
Attachment parenting (AP) seems to be one of the great divides between us moms. There are so many raw emotions behind parenting styles.
I liken it to an electrical cord with exposed wires. If you touch it you WILL get shocked . . . And if there’s enough contact you just might start a fire.
I’m an attachment parent, mostly by nature and partly by choice. We bed-share, we are still nursing (on demand), no crying-it-out (CIO). In fact the mere thought of a baby left to cry makes me sick to my stomach. It’s safe to say we are child centered parents. We don’t believe in forcing a child into something they aren’t ready for. If you are sitting outside of your babies door crying while your baby cries he isn’t ready and neither are you. Be kind to yourself. Read More »