Before I had a child I was the one who would so easily--and in my mind it seemed so easy--to mention just let them cry it out or your kid is taking advantage of you or some other strong love statment and then I would go on about how that will help the child later in life yadayada...
Since having Bryn I find myself not wanting him to have a bad day ever or to cry. I want him to be so happy it hurts. Now I hear all of you out there saying that he has to have the bad in order to be normal to be socialized and really to truly be happy. But I must say motherhood is not a very rational beast. Most days I succeed in not going overboard but this is an intense experience. So much more beyond the rehtoric. If you have any stories to share.... I want to gather wisdom for sure.
I used to be respectable and chaste and stable,
but who can stand in this strong wind
and remember those things?