“If only you knew she spent the first 10 months of her life utterly alone inside a sterile metal crib, with nothing to comfort her. If only you knew how we will spend years trying to override the part of her brain that screams ‘trauma’ and ‘not safe.’ If you only knew this baby now whimpers when she’s put down instead of when she is picked up.”
‘Dear woman in Target, I’ve heard it before. That I ‘spoil that baby.’ That she’ll never learn to be ‘independent.’ If only you knew.’: Mom urges ‘spoiling her is the most important job I’ll ever have’ after taking in abused orphan
‘It’s 3 a.m. and you’d like a cookie? OKAY!’ It’s funny how my once-strict mother turned into the good witch from the Wizard of Oz, her tutu lined with snacks, the second her children were grown.
“I hear being a grandparent is the height of bliss. You get all of the benefits of enjoying children. You can spoil them rotten, discipline them rarely or not at all, and send them home to their parents as soon as you’re sick of watching Moana for the 82nd time this week. What’s not to love?”
