Spending time with my nephew when I was Ireland, brought back so many memories of when my girls were babes in arms. Of the choices I made, when they were born. Choices that were seen quite radical at the time, until I found similar parents to myself. I remember all the advise I was given, about how to be a good parent, a responsible parent.
So much of the advise, was how to make it easier on both me and their dad. How to get them to sleep better, how important it was to get them use to sleeping on their own from a young age, otherwise it would be more difficult as they got older. I remember one person telling me, that once they were a few months old, I should sleep in another room and let their father sleep in the same room as them. Just for a few nights and then I could move back in with them.
No one ever told me, to just listen to myself, to actually listen to my baby either. I find it crazy that so many people, think that the right thing to do, is to leave your baby alone, to let it cry, to even sleep in separate rooms from the very beginning. Can you imagine, how the baby feels, after spending almost 10 months n the womb, where it felt safe and protected, to then being born earthside, into a whole new reality, where you have to scream to have your needs met and you are not being listened to.
Born so small, so vulnerable, total at the mercy of your parents. Totally dependent on them and they are told to not give in to your every whim, in case you end of spoiled.
An idea that really infuriates me. How is it possible to spoil a baby, by showing them love, by being there for them, by holding them, reassuring them, bonding with them. What a sign of our times, when the one thing a baby needs, is seen as something that is bad for them.
I breastfed my girls on demand, their first year, I wore them. They went everywhere with me. Because that is what felt right to me. They also sleep with me, in the same bed, until they no longer wanted to. Thise first few years, make a huge impression in their lives and yet it is only a small amount of my time. Time that I spend, showing my girls that I was there for them, that I listened to them, that I responded to them, that they could rely on me. That they could trust me.
A lot of people that suffer with anxiety, do so because of how they were treated as a baby. From the moment they were born, first taken away to be weighted and clean. Instead of being placed into the arms of their mother, so that they could hear her heartbeat, the same heartbeat they would have heard in the womb, the place they felt safe and protected.
Instead most babies are born into bright lights and noise. The first hands that hold them, are strangers and instead of placing them into the arms of their mother where they will be soothed and reassured, they are brought over to more strangers and this is their first introduction into this world.
If you look at other animals, they separate themselves from their babies, ( unless by the hands of humans), or to source some food. They spend a long time, finding a safe secure place in which to give birth, because they understand how important it is for them to be on their own with their babies after birth. Just them, until it is the right time to introduce them to the world.
I felt very strongly about this, when I was pregnant with my girls. That I wanted to build a nest, not to place them in once they were born, but a nice in which I could birth them and be with them after they were born. Yet today they sell the term nesting, as preparing the baby's room. It became twisted in a way, that supports consumerism, instead of supporting the mother and baby.
An attack on birth, motherhood and parenting. When other people's opinions are listened to and deemed more important that how the mother feels intuitively. An attack on our children, from the moment they are born. Bringing them into a world where their needs are so often ignored. Because they need to understand, that they can not always have what they desire, when in reality they learn that humans, especially their parents, are not dependable. That their needs do not matter. That they do not matter.
I know we can do better than that. I really believe that if we want to change the world, we first need to look at birth, how babies are being born and how they are treated in this world.
(All the photos used in this post are mine.)
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The framework of the satanic slave matrix is the opposite of what is truly good for humans, it's upside-down and inside-out. It is part of the system of disconnecting, dumbing down, and distracting, where people lose contact even with themselves. I'm grateful that you listened to your inner guidance regarding bringing your girls into the world, and that you gave them what they truly needed. Happy children create a happy world. 😁 🙏 💚 ✨ 🤙
Exactly, that is why they have continue to attack birth and women's freedom around it. Birth is a business these days as is children, everything is directed towards disconnection and promoting the material world xxx
I'm grateful that you are able to see and understand it, because that's what allows you to counter it. The whole corrupt system is coming down. 😁 🙏 💚 ✨ 🤙
People are full of ideas when you have children - like yourself, I'm glad my wife was strong enough to break away from the onslaught of self-righteous opinions and follow her natural instincts and intuitions. When your girls are older they will look back and realise that they have been blessed to have you as a mother. X
Thank you @perceptualflaws and I am happy to hear that your wife followed her intuition, not surprised mine you xxx