For two years I lived in absolute certainty that my baby is distinguished by a strong attachment to her mother. Sometimes she complained about it, not being able, like other mommies, to devote more time to herself, to go to visit without a child, to go to the cinema or even to go shopping.
And now, like the rays of the morning sun through the pre-dawn fog, understanding came over me … Perhaps at first, my daughter was very dependent on me, but now, in my opinion, everything is the opposite: I am incredibly attached to my girlfriend.
Where do legs grow from?
I remember when I was still in the hospital I really wanted to put the baby not in the child’s cradle, but next to me, to admire her every second, to listen to how cute she breathes in her sleep, to feel her warmth.
Then, at home, little Anya quickly realized the difference between sleeping in a separate uncomfortable bed and in her mother’s loving arms, and even with sisy in her mouth. And I did not resist – I adored my daughter, and wanted her to be comfortable.
From the very first walk she did not like the stroller, flatly refusing to lie there. We walked on the handles, then bought a sling and were again inseparable. The pussy recognized the pram only with the arrival of the autumn cold, in the fifth month of life.
Already at that time it seemed to me that no one would rock the baby better than me, no one would calm or entertain. And so I somehow managed without even leaving her for a long time at my grandmother and going about my business. All my needs are overshadowed.
Awareness of problems or ordinary doubts?
Weaned weaned to 2 years and 1 month. At the moment, they only got rid of daytime attachments, but even this distance is half sad. I’m sad…
A daughter decently endures hardships, with the exception, however, of daytime sleep. She does not know how to fall asleep in any way other than with sisy in the mouth. And this is entirely my merit, whose fruits I am now exciting and reaping.
Recently, for the first time, I left Annushka for 3.5 hours without myself. Of course, everything went smoothly, she is a big and smart baby. But her mother fell into some unconscious childhood.
I do not know how else to explain the fact that it is easier for me to take my daughter with me than to leave for someone, I don’t want to finish breastfeeding at all, I am jealous that Anyuta sometimes prefers someone to my society.
And I treat the perspective of kindergarten as some kind of compulsory duty, and not a new stage in the development of the little one. It seems to me, if it were not for the need for additional funds, I would not have looked towards kindergarten before 3 years.
After all, there my sunshine will be without my mother, in a strange situation, among strangers.
Such thoughts of all moms attend or is it a pathology? It seems to me that it is necessary to find the strength to release the child from oneself, to loosen the binding threads, because it does not decrease love and care.
Otherwise, such nasedkina love can turn against the most expensive man in the world, depriving him of independence and self-confidence. Or, worse, raise a manipulator and an egoist in a child.
I understand with my mind that I need to reorganize and get out of my daughter’s infancy, and the soul so far resists.