Battles with Small occurred on a daily basis. Many of them never left the confines of my head but they were still there.
I learnt that the best way to minimise, or at least quickly resolve, these battles was to try and see things from Small’s perspective, to put myself in Small’s shoes/booties/socks and try to imagine the incident from his point of view.
The thing I had to take on board was that Small was not a mini me. He did not have adult reasoning and experience. He had needs that were urgent, immediate even. I had received some training in this area from having a pregnant wife. He also has no concept of responsibility or accountability. He was the only thing that mattered and he had no thought for others, or even any concept of others in the early weeks.
So, based on that, was there any point raging that Small would not take his bottle or eat his food? Did I really think he was doing it just to thwart me? If I was trapped against the cliffs with the tide rising, would I rage at the moon or accept that it was the wrong time to be on the beach?
Not so much a parenting guide full of advice, more the reality of parenting kids and being a house husband and father, written by a stay at home dad to three children.
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