Melinda Wenner Moyer
Generally there I became a week ago – ill with an endless cold, exhausted from a cross-country vacation journey, and expecting, whenever my 2-year-old converted into a leech that is 35-pound. Him a glass of milk or grab my iPhone, he would insist on being ferried along on my hip when I would run downstairs to get. Awesomely, my better half was not permitted to assist. I became evidently the only individual on planet whom could read to my son, sing to him, alter their nappy, provide him a bath, make their dinner, hand him their water, and strap him into their child car seat. I am perhaps not planning to let you know just what it has been like dropping him down in school, because I am wanting to filter out the memories.
My son performs this often – becomes a Cling Monster. Read more “The way to handle a toddle that is clingy. Every waking minute he demanded in my arms – standing, never sitting, as if my love weren’t real unless my biceps were burning that I hold him.”