Ew, ew, ew.
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I honestly have no idea how Xiggy finds this stuff.
This one is going to be recorded for posterity. I can just see the potential in this site to really creep me out....
Our little ones learn everything from us: conversation, facial expression, habits, attitudes etc... What kind of mommy and wife is your little girl learning to be?
Already I can see this is going to be wince-inducing.
“Wock-a-bwy-baby...” Ryshoni Joy croons to her baby doll as she rocks in her own little oak rocker next to mine. The baby doll’s bald, ink-stained head is stuffed under Rysha’s shirt (nursing) and is wrapped in a borrowed blanket of Honey Sunny’s. Honey Sunny (Hannah Sunshine, 8 weeks old) is in a similar state of bliss in my own arms as I rock, and sing, and nurse. We burp our babies, change dirty diapers, and tuck our babies in bed. Rysha is 19 months old and learning to be a Mommy.
That's what Ana does. Except her name is a little better than Ryshoni Joy. And we don't use her full name. Yes, I'm snide. Oh, and we don't say that Ana is "learning to be a Mommy". For one thing, mommy in that context isn't a proper noun, so it doesn't take a capital. For another, we just say she's pretending to be a grown-up. When we catch her sweeping the floor like her dad, we don't say she's learning to be a daddy. When she runs around pinching people's noses after I sing the Sixpence song, we don't say she's learning to be an aunt. When she barks, or rubs her head against your leg and goes "mrow" (I taught her that!), we don't say she's learning to not be human. Children learn to be adults. Roles are things they learn later.
Everything I do these days is of extreme interest to my little girl. My actions tell her what to expect in life and how to function successfully. I find her eyes on me when I brush my hair, rub lotion on my hands, and wrap a scarf around my head. Five minutes later, I’ll find her with a towel wrapped around her head and my bottle of lotion in her hands (hopefully not open, with lotion all over the place).
The other day, Daddy sat down on the couch, and Rysha climbed up beside him. She rubbed his head, put her arm around him, and started murmuring endearments in such a “mommy way,” we both burst out laughing. Rysha had learned how Mommy treats Daddy, and was practicing.
The way she says that is already creepifying, though I know what she means.
Later in the day when Daddy commanded her to do something, and she just looked at him blankly without moving, I felt a pang of remorse; had she learned that from me, too? I suddenly realized just how much my little girl is gleaning from her mama.
And here it comes. First off, commanded is a bit of a laden word, isn't it? I mean, normally, don't people say they "told" their toddler to do something? Secondly - the implication here is clear. Daddy gets to boss Mommy around. Ick. Ew. Shudder.
Our little ones learn everything from us: conversation, facial expression, habits, attitudes, posture, etc... By the time they are 19 months old, they have mostly become who they are going to be.
What kind of mommy and wife is your little girl learning to be?
Aside from the fact that I don't believe your personality is completely set before you are two years old, I just... I hope Ana is growing up to be the adult woman who continues in her very intelligent path, is caring and sensitive, and doesn't think she ought to get bossed around.
Of course, her parents aren't, as near as I can tell, raising her that way because that's not what they believe. I'm still surprised when I realize that some people today believe that way. It squicks me out. Not that much more than the other articles here I'm seeing. Note to self: If I ever have kids, this isn't how I'm raising them. (Odds of having kids is slim, due to feelings about responsibility, other people in general, and adoption, but very little is impossible. Personally, unless Jenn or Lizziey suddenly died, though, I'd rather just be an aunt. More fun, and I get to give them back when I'm bored.)
This one is going to be recorded for posterity. I can just see the potential in this site to really creep me out....
Our little ones learn everything from us: conversation, facial expression, habits, attitudes etc... What kind of mommy and wife is your little girl learning to be?
Already I can see this is going to be wince-inducing.
“Wock-a-bwy-baby...” Ryshoni Joy croons to her baby doll as she rocks in her own little oak rocker next to mine. The baby doll’s bald, ink-stained head is stuffed under Rysha’s shirt (nursing) and is wrapped in a borrowed blanket of Honey Sunny’s. Honey Sunny (Hannah Sunshine, 8 weeks old) is in a similar state of bliss in my own arms as I rock, and sing, and nurse. We burp our babies, change dirty diapers, and tuck our babies in bed. Rysha is 19 months old and learning to be a Mommy.
That's what Ana does. Except her name is a little better than Ryshoni Joy. And we don't use her full name. Yes, I'm snide. Oh, and we don't say that Ana is "learning to be a Mommy". For one thing, mommy in that context isn't a proper noun, so it doesn't take a capital. For another, we just say she's pretending to be a grown-up. When we catch her sweeping the floor like her dad, we don't say she's learning to be a daddy. When she runs around pinching people's noses after I sing the Sixpence song, we don't say she's learning to be an aunt. When she barks, or rubs her head against your leg and goes "mrow" (I taught her that!), we don't say she's learning to not be human. Children learn to be adults. Roles are things they learn later.
Everything I do these days is of extreme interest to my little girl. My actions tell her what to expect in life and how to function successfully. I find her eyes on me when I brush my hair, rub lotion on my hands, and wrap a scarf around my head. Five minutes later, I’ll find her with a towel wrapped around her head and my bottle of lotion in her hands (hopefully not open, with lotion all over the place).
The other day, Daddy sat down on the couch, and Rysha climbed up beside him. She rubbed his head, put her arm around him, and started murmuring endearments in such a “mommy way,” we both burst out laughing. Rysha had learned how Mommy treats Daddy, and was practicing.
The way she says that is already creepifying, though I know what she means.
Later in the day when Daddy commanded her to do something, and she just looked at him blankly without moving, I felt a pang of remorse; had she learned that from me, too? I suddenly realized just how much my little girl is gleaning from her mama.
And here it comes. First off, commanded is a bit of a laden word, isn't it? I mean, normally, don't people say they "told" their toddler to do something? Secondly - the implication here is clear. Daddy gets to boss Mommy around. Ick. Ew. Shudder.
Our little ones learn everything from us: conversation, facial expression, habits, attitudes, posture, etc... By the time they are 19 months old, they have mostly become who they are going to be.
What kind of mommy and wife is your little girl learning to be?
Aside from the fact that I don't believe your personality is completely set before you are two years old, I just... I hope Ana is growing up to be the adult woman who continues in her very intelligent path, is caring and sensitive, and doesn't think she ought to get bossed around.
Of course, her parents aren't, as near as I can tell, raising her that way because that's not what they believe. I'm still surprised when I realize that some people today believe that way. It squicks me out. Not that much more than the other articles here I'm seeing. Note to self: If I ever have kids, this isn't how I'm raising them. (Odds of having kids is slim, due to feelings about responsibility, other people in general, and adoption, but very little is impossible. Personally, unless Jenn or Lizziey suddenly died, though, I'd rather just be an aunt. More fun, and I get to give them back when I'm bored.)
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Date: 2005-08-03 09:22 am (UTC)I'm so glad my mother raised me to be a person, not a mummy.