Showing posts with label attachment parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label attachment parenting. Show all posts

Monday, 26 September 2011

Joy

The last few days with Daughter have been a real joy. My siblings were here and as a result, my little girl has enjoyed being the centre of attention. We've had so, so much fun.

Daughter has been experimenting with happy noises - much to our delight - and getting much better at going to bed. I've found that the less I think about parenting and the more time I spend pulling silly faces, the easier life is.

So that's my goal - forget all about milestones, all about books, sleeping regularly, getting 'enough' sleep etc. As my wise mother told me, if Daughter is tired she'll sleep, regardless of where she is.

It is really hard to stop thinking about what she should be doing by which age when you're bombarded with messages telling you which formula your child should have at which age, which weaning foods are suitable etc. But today, Daughter stole toasted tea cake from my plate in a cafe and munched it without batting an eyelid. She picked up the food, put it in her mouth, chewed and swallowed. We promptly bought her some rusks after that, despite their 7+ month age-tag.

Even if I don't get enough sleep at night, I'm just going to zonk out during the day, even if it means I won't get everything done.

I know I swore I'd rip up the books before, but the 'information' about how you should raise your child is so structured into every aspect of our society that it's impossible to block out completely. I'll do my best to take it all with a pinch of salt from now on, now that I've seen how fun things are when you don't worry.

Sunday, 14 August 2011

About

So as you may have gathered already, I'm the hippie type.

I believe in attachment parenting, breast feeding and co-sleeping. Not all of those things - as I've discovered and discussed - are entirely practical, but the attachment parenting thing is. Which is why we don't own a pram or a buggy. Either I carry Daughter in a sling, or Husband tosses her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. In any case, it's all about the cuddles. We've found that Daughter is brighter and happier the longer she's with us, so that's what we do.

But apparently, there's a whole host of wacky peeps out there who believe the same thing. I got to speaking to another Mum as I was handing over my clubcard in Tesco today and she was telling me about a meeting where sling-lovin' parents go to be smug about slings together. Well, she didn't quite use those words but...

I kind of want to attend - partially at an ironic distance and partially because I am a bit smug...