Bad habits

I always thought that spoiling children was something that happened a bit later in their lives. That it was about giving them too many presents for their birthday, or letting them have their own way when really they shouldn’t – a spoilt brat suggests the latter, no? But since becoming a parent I feel like I’ve been bombarded with information about how babies – little babies! – can be spoilt and form bad habits from the day they’re born. How nursing, rocking or comforting them to sleep means they will never fall asleep alone. That letting my daughter sleep in my bed will mean we never get her out of it. Warnings of how picking up or hugging babies every time they cry is “giving in” to their apparently manipulative demands.

And you know what, I’m fed up. So I’m saying bollocks to all that.

You cannot spoil a child with love. You cannot hold or hug or just plain love a baby too much. Babies thrive on love. They thrive on attention and affection, not because they’re greedy or manipulative, but because they’re tiny little human beings who learn to relate to the world through us.

So yes, I feed my baby to sleep every night. When she wakes, I either rock her back to sleep or I feed her again. Of course, there are nights when I’ve trundled upstairs for the sixth time in two hours when I just wish she could fall back asleep by herself, I’m only human after all. And nights when I start to listen to those critical voices and wonder if I haven’t made a rod for my own back. But I know, really, that I am doing what feels – and is – right for both of us. Just as I know that this will not last forever – it might not even last another six months, let alone a year. Before I know it she will be thirteen and headstrong and I will forget that I ever worried about ruining her with these “bad habits”.

These things don’t teach her that she can manipulate her parents. They don’t teach her that she will always get her own way. They teach her – they show her – that she is loved. That when she cries I will comfort her, that when she needs me I will come running. At the moment I sit at the centre of her universe; I know I won’t always be in that position, but these things will never stop being true.

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