Where's my village?
I feel like parenting, as with most things in life, comes in waves. Sometimes you are rockin' it and feeling on top of the world. And other times you feel more like you're living with tiny dictators and you can't do anything right. Guess which stage I'm in now . There is such a hard balance when it comes to parenting. I want my girls to know they are special and loved more than anything else in this world. But I also don't want them growing up spoiled and getting everything they want. It's so challenging to know when to give in and when to stay strong. We're dealing with two different issues right now, one from each of the girls. I tend to get a little wordy on the subject, so I'm going to split this up into two different posts. The first situation is from my Charlie. When she was a baby, she really wasn't that clingy. We sure did spend a lot of time together, but that's only because she refused to sleep, like ever. But ...