Mary Poppins advice.
All the things you say, the well meant tips, the good advice you give me, the things you say in my best interest…
I’m through with everything. I’m really sick of it.
There is advice I will take, I am smart enough to choose what advice I am going to take. When I get advice from 30 people and it is all different advice, I really don’t want to hear it any more. A mum instinctively knows the things her child likes and what advice could help her.
I will decide myself which advice is good for me and my daughter. Nobody else should decide in my place. Skye is my daughter. My daughter. Only my daughter. I am her mum. Her mum. Only her mum. And I am her only mum.
I will decide when, what and how. My baby isn’t ready to decide herself. Until then I will be the one who will decide what she needs. I am the one who will decide when she needs to lie on your shoulder. I am the one who will decide when she needs to be changed. I am the one who will decide when she needs to lie in her sitter. I am the one who will decide if her milk is to hot or not. I am the one who will decide if she needs to lie pure and for how long. I will be the one to decide if she need to play. When other people pick her up from my warm arms and plain tell me they are going to put her elsewhere, I am frustrated and next time I won’t let her go that easely any more. I think this is not so hard to comprehend.
I am so happy I have found someone who completely understands my situation. I am doing very well with my daughter.
Paws