Everyone is Right....Except You
I know many people in my hubby's family and on my side, believe they know everything there is to know about raising a child and everyone else's opinion, including mine, is wrong. I hear all too often, "Well, I did that with mine" or "Well, mine did this or liked that." Yet, they fail to realize that every child is different and everyone parents different. And, if I don't do it their way at their house, I have to here about it. And then they wonder why I rarely go over there with my son anymore. It's mainly because they take over and, even though I am the mother, my opinion and the way I raise him does not matter and is wrong. Sigh.
Sometimes, I just want to scream. So, I want all you expecting mothers to know, you do not have to take everyone's advice . Parent the way you feel is best and the way you want to parent. No one is an expert, even though they may say or act otherwise. As long as the child is not endangered or neglected, be the mother you want to be, not what everyone else thinks you should be. ;)
Jonah is starting to scoot. I think that they probably have a more difficult time holding their weight with their arms because they are a bit bigger than the average 8-10 month old. Plus, I read somewhere baby boys develop later than baby girls.
It won't be long and they will be walking. Sheesh it goes by too fast.
And she said, "Why don't you give him regular milk now? I put my son on it when he was ten months." She has also shoved me aside when I have tried to change him and put an outfit on him. I am thinking, "Excuse you? This is MY child. I gave birth to him. I carried him, not you."
And when I do not take their advice and use my own judgement in parenting, they have actually told my husband on me--as if I am his child. My husband told me to just yes them to death and ignore them--that's how he deals with them. His sister insists she knows more than his doctors, too. And then because he cries when he is at their house, they insist he is spoiled and held all the time. Babies cry; it's part of who they are and what they do. And when he kicks his legs he is excited but they insist he is not and he is throwing a fit. They behave as though I do not know my own son at all, and I am with him 24/7. Their youngest is eighteen and the daughter is older than I am. It's enough to drive someone crazy. I just take a deep breath and conjure up an excuse to go home. And then they wonder why I rarely come over. I know they love my son, but they have had their chance with their children and now it is my turn with mine.
And, of course, my hubby wants me to remain quiet and not say anything to them. So, I just take a deep breath and go one about my business.