I love this parable told by Jesus. Many believers, including myself, mis-read this story and thanks to my senior pastor at church, he revealed Jesus in this parable and the truth will blow your mind, as it did mine.

The parable goes like this,

The Parable of the Good Samaritan 25 And behold, a certain lawyer stood up and tested Him, saying, “Teacher, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?” 26 He said to him, “What is written in the law? What is your reading of it?” 27 So he answered and said, “ ‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind,’ and ‘your neighbor as yourself.’” 28 And He said to him, “You have answered rightly; do this and you will live.” 29 But he, wanting to justify himself, said to Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?” 30 Then Jesus answered and said: “A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, who stripped him of his clothing, wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. 31 Now by chance a certain priest came down that road. And when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. 32 Likewise a Levite, when he arrived at the place, came and looked, and passed by on the other side. 33 But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was. And when he saw him, he had compassion. 34 So he went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine; and he set him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 35 On the next day, when he departed, he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said to him, ‘Take care of him; and whatever more you spend, when I come again, I will repay you.’ 36 So which of these three do you think was neighbor to him who fell among the thieves?” 37 And he said, “He who showed mercy on him.” Then Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”

I’ve always felt a little burdened by what I understood from this parable. Are we supposed to take care of strangers we see half-dead? It just felt so “over”, to do so much good and take care of others who are hurting.

But let’s read very carefully, did Jesus ask, “Which of these three do you think the man was a neighbour to?” The half-dead, beaten man was not the neighbour. We are not told by Jesus to love the half-dead man. It was the Good Samaritan, He who showed mercy on the man, who was the neighbour! And who was Jesus talking about? Himself! Our Lord Jesus is our neighbour. So when Jesus said, we are to love our neighbour, it means we are to love Him who has shown mercy and compassion, taken cared of us when we were half dead!

And we know how the Samaritans were rejected and detested by the Jews back in those days, just as how Jesus was rejected in Israel. And yet, he had compassion on the man, unlike the religious priests and Levites back in those days. Jesus was talking about Himself and we are to love our Lord Jesus, who loves us so! Simple as that!

As Jesus said in Matthew 22:36-40,

36 “Teacher, which is the great commandment in the law?” 37 Jesus said to him, “‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ 38 This is the first and great commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ 40 On these two commandments hang all the Law and the Prophets.”

Love your neighbour as yourself; love Jesus as yourself.

Hope you enjoyed this sharing. Definitely one of my favourite bible parables to date! Thanks for Pastor Prince for revealing our Lord Jesus in all his sermons. Priase be to God!

Ok. Papa Ray told me that I should be blogging more about our products, formulations and ingredients, especially our pride, Baby Eczema Miracle Balm. So here goes.

Today, I’d like to talk about our bestseller, Baby Eczema Miracle Balm. Since I founded Jo Lauren based on this product, I guess it makes sense to start a series with it. Well, most people know that Baby Lauren had bad baby eczema when she was born, but I never quite elaborated on how bad it was, how it all began, how I formulated a natural cure for her baby eczema and how it still managed to come back after 1 year.

Papa Ray and Mama Jo, ie myself, do not have any history of eczema. So assuming our baby girl will inherit our, “lup sup jia, lup sup dua,” genes, we didn’t bother with her bath products and toiletries. Back then, I purchased a very popular “natural/organic” skincare and bath brand products, based on the recommendation of friends and family, and allowed the confinement lady (CL) to bathe Lauren.

Turns out, the CL was pouring and diluting the bodywash into Lauren’s bath water! And soaking her inside without doing a final rinse when she was done. Well, on hindsight, I would have never allowed that to happen but I didn’t expect Lauren to have the most hypersensitive skin on earth. Ok may be not, but her skin reacts immediately if the product has allergenic ingredients. And you can imagine what happened by the end of my 6 weeks confinement.

This was at Baby Lauren’s full month party.

And this was just the beginning. Her baby eczema just worsened as the days went by, and I tried many different products, organic, dermatologist recommended etc, hoping for a miracle. By the time she was 6 months, her baby eczema had become lobster red patches on her cheeks, joints, body and legs, which itched so much, she scratched until her cheeks bled.

Papa Ray used to come home every day and question me regarding her skin. I’m from the skincare industry so how come I can’t fix her skin? Even strangers came up to me and asked me what’s going on and whether I’ve brought her to the doctor. I almost went into depression, feeling like I had caused Lauren to be disfigured. She’s a girl, her face is important you know.

Then I prayed. I cried and prayed to God to help Lauren. And I’m not sure what happened but I actually decided to make a simple moisturizer as a natural baby eczema miracle cure, based on what I knew regarding natural herbs and oils from my product formulation days. It took just 1 try and I had the balm in my hand. Then I applied it on Lauren. For the first time ever, she didn’t scream out in pain when I applied a product onto her eczema wounds.

But what was most amazing, was within just a few hours, the patches were no longer lobster red but just slightly red. I reapplied and the patch became less red. I thought to myself, “Wow! Thank God!” It wasn’t easy, because every day, the patches would flare up, due to whatever reasons, but one thing was consistent: As long as I applied the balm, the redness would subside. After a few weeks, the patches were no longer red, but her skin was very rough. I persisted on applying since nothing else would work, so might as well just keep moisturizing her skin. I remember one fine morning, I woke up and her cheeks were no longer rough but smooth. So smooth, baby smooth. I felt like crying because I knew it was a miracle. And the Lord has proven Himself able and faithful to answer prayers. Hallelujah!

And that is why, I called it, Baby Eczema Miracle Balm.

So you’d think after healing her skin, she’d have no more flare ups? I thought so. Lauren didn’t have any more flare ups or baby eczema patches until she entered Playgroup. Within a week, she came back with her forehead filled with red and angry rashes. I was like, “Oh no, you gotta be kidding me.” How could that be? I’ve been applying the Miracle Balm on her, twice every single day!

I decided to ask what’s going on and turned out, the teachers were bathing her everyday and using bath products on her! Not even skincare creams or lotions, just shampoo only! Which they rinsed off! So I told them that Lauren has hypersensitive skin so please stop everything and just use water will do. True enough, it took another week after stopping the shampoo, and religiously applying of Miracle Balm to clear up the nasty baby eczema rashes.

Nothing happens without reason and I believe that’s a lesson for me. That it’s important to identify the eczema/rash trigger, and to remove it completely if I wish to help other babies recover from debilitating eczema/rashes. As long as the trigger irritant/allergen is still around, my products will not be able to help. That includes creams and lotions that contain allergenic ingredients like fragrances, coloring, additives, preservatives etc and of course, surfactants and lousy soap. In that case, we were blessed that we could easily single out the trigger, I believe it may not be as straightforward in some cases, but we all try our best to identify so.

That’s why I strongly recommend mummies not to use any bath/shower products for their babies up to 1 years old. Babies have super delicate and thin skin, so any kind of surfactant can really cause dryness and atopic eczema.

Well, I only use my castile foamy wash on Lauren twice a week! And Lauren is already turning 2! Water is fine, at least it doesn’t irritate skin! After using water, just pat dry and moisturize with our Baby Eczema Miracle Balm. For those who wish to have a moisturizing bath for their babies, try our Baby Colloidal Oatmeal Bath Bags. Those do not contain any form of soap/surfactant, so it’s going to be very soothing for babies’ delicate skin.

So yup, I’d share more regarding the Baby Colloidal Oatmeal Bath Bags in my next post. For now, I hope you enjoy using our products. And thank you so much for your kind support! I think Lauren is very blessed and deeply loved by Jesus, seeing how God healed her skin and we praise God every day for the perfect gifts He’s given us, to share with all of you. I leave you with a few gratuitous photos of my darling sweet pea. God bless! My baby eczema miracle baby!

Lists are the rage these days. You may find a list of tips on how to do anything, including how to raise your child. I have nothing against these lists since I’ve come up with nonsensical ones myself. The problem starts, I feel, when we take such lists a little too seriously.

In particular, I saw a list titled, “Top Ways to Raise a Moral Child.” The author cites scientific research on how children behave better when you word your praises differently, encouraging parents to carefully word their praises, to compliment their child’s behavior instead of their personality etc., trying to imply that a manipulation of words can impact a child’s moral compass.

Seriously?

This is what I think, if you want a moral child, be a moral person. Our children emulate us, that’s why they say, “Monkey see, monkey do.” In fact, what you wish to see more of in your child, do it more often! And what you do not wish to see your child doing, better off stop that immediately before your child catches you doing it!

I’m guilty of taking such “advice” too literally and I was overly cautious in my praises and compliments to Lauren when she was turning 1. Whenever she did right, I would instinctively say, “Good job! Well done, you clever girl!” and then I’d be like, “Oh shucks, I shouldn’t say she’s clever! Why did I say good job! What if she expects me to say that all the time? And what if I don’t and she stops all these good behavior?”

And then I realized I’ve been too uptight and it was just too much work to remember something as simple as praising my own baby girl. All I want to do, is to reinforce whatever she’s doing right! Simple as that! So I didn’t give a rip how I praised her, I just made sure to praise good behavior, and be firm when she deserved a “no.”

Lauren is turning 2 in about 2 month’s time. I’m more than proud to say, she’d clap and cheer herself on whenever she completes a song, counts to 10 or recalls words of the alphabet. It’s drilled into her that whenever she does something positive, it’s worth celebrating. She’s worth celebrating.

Does it matter what others think? No!

I’d encourage her to say, “Hi!” and “Bye!” to everyone who enters the lift when we’re out. Sometimes we see familiar faces and they respond to her, sometimes some people ignore her. Does it matter? Nope. I’d encourage her to speak louder because the person may not have heard it clearly. But if he or she leaves without responding, who cares? Does Lauren know she’s been snubbed? Nope. We’re off on our outing and we’re going to have a great time!

Is it necessary to teach our children that some people can be rude or nasty? Should I tell her, “That person has no manners.” Well, I don’t think so. Just because some people are not friendly or appear nice, does not mean they are not. Maybe they had a bad morning. Can you imagine what would she grow up to believe, if I said so?

Lauren continues to greet everyone without reservation and all she’s aware right now, is that whenever she greets people, I’d flash a wide grin at her because Mummy is so happy that she’s such a darling! That’s all that matters to her. And me.

One incident that really made me proud was when we were out in a restaurant and the waitress was clearing the table. As usual, I’d look at the waitress and say, “谢谢!” and we were shocked when Lauren repeated after me and also said, “sheh sheh!”. Even the waitress was pleasantly surprised. So for some people, instead of giving a scowl when people are cleaning up, be nice. Or give up trying to raise a moral child.

Then there’s the issue of sharing. Most, if not all, children do not understand or like to share. That’s human nature. But some children are more prone to being more selfish, and that is most definitely the fault of the caregiver or parent. Why do I say so?

Young children do not understand the concept of scarcity until adults introduce it to them. How do adults do that? Simple. They say things like, “If you don’t do this, then I will give your toy away to your sibling!” Or, “You see la, you so naughty, I don’t love you anymore. I love your sibling more!”

Adults tend to use such manipulative speech thinking they’re able to motivate young children to do what is “right”. However, by threatening to take away what belongs to them, especially love and affection, can cause them to view this world as one of scarcity. A place where there is not enough for everyone. A battlefield where they have to fight for toys, for food, for love, because even the people they love and trust the most, can take it away anytime. How’s that for eternal security?

The saddest truth is, most adults innately believe so too. They believe that whenever someone else gets blessed, their portion is taken away from them. And so, who can blame their children if all they see and hear, are their parents complaining that money is not enough, whoever took their job, the neighbors are not kind etc.

The other day, Lauren started something new. Before that, each time she’d fall, I’d ask her, “Is it painful?” And she’d reply, “Pain, pain,” and I’d gently rub the area and say, “Sayang ok?” Then she’d be comforted and go off on her next adventure. So that morning, she woke up, rubbed her arm and said, “Pain, pain,” with puppy eyes. Hubby Ray knew she was just pulling a fast one, so he decided to ignore her. Lauren continued her plea for attention.

I could ignore her as well. But I didn’t. I knew she wasn’t in pain. I knew she’d keep repeating this behavior. Was I encouraging her act of lying? Yes? No?

But deep within my heart, the Holy Spirit told me this: If you don’t comfort her in something so trivial, how would she trust you to comfort her when she’s in real pain? And I knew, that some things just cannot be rationally explained with tips or advice. And I took her into my arms, onto my lap and kissed her all over until she wanted out.

A few days later, when Lauren sat on Hubby Ray’s arm and he yelped, “Pain!” Guess what? Lauren rubbed his chest, yes I know wrong place haha, and said, “Sayang.” Complete with puppy eyes and angel voice.

That’s it.

How to raise a moral child? Be a moral person and love more, think less.

This post is inspired by some recent happenings, one involving an insane father that slapped a young child that hit his son. And then yesterday, one of my BFFs shared that a man yelled at a little kid for pushing his daughter and threatened to push him down as well.

What’s happening to the world? I feel nauseated knowing such people exist.

Why so barbaric? Are their kids the only precious ones on earth? NO! All kids are God’s beloved and when adults try to frighten, intimidate and hurt a young child, they’re going to incur God’s wrath upon their sorry souls. Little children are little children, and always will be. They are still exploring the world, their senses and the other little people around them. Imagine them as little hulks, they have no idea how much strength they should use to touch their friends. That’s why a key development marker points to their gross motor skills. Many are still works-in-progress!

And so we all went through the “growing up” phase where we got bullied and pushed around. That’s a healthy circle of life. If you did not, you were probably the big bully. TSK. Shame on you, go away.

When I was young, my neighbour put worms on my head! And another neighbour threw a tennis ball straight in my face! Then another neighbour refused to let me play with her barbie dolls!

So what? Did my daddy throw cobras on my friend’s head or swing a bowling ball into her face? Of course not! I just cried out, “All these things are against me!” and we all played again the next day.

Just imagine for a second, how a fragile little child would perceive the violent reaction of a towering, hostile adult? It would probably cause permanent psychological damage. What little children need during playtime is the freedom to explore and socialize with other little children, and they quickly learn what is anti-social behavior. Because every child will avoid the one that hits, snatches and bullies! There is no place for an adult to discipline another person’s child. Not during play time, not ANY TIME at all.

If Lauren were to be bullied, I’d just check on her to see if she’s alright and if she wishes to continue playing, go ahead! By all means! But if she’s notably upset, I’d carry her in my arms and calm her down. I’d be showering her with plenty of love to help her forget the pain!

Instead of punishing the other child, why not focus on your own? Isn’t that more important? Just think about it. What did that insane father’s son see?

He saw his own father as a ruthless monster, causing distress and trauma to a harmless little child. So the child that got hit had to be sent to the hospital, the father got arrested and his son loses his father. Everyone lost in the most horrific way, because of a grown man’s warped sense of discipline and lack of self-control. And the kids were just playing! Playing! How sad?

Let’s all pray that our little ones stay clear of such demon-possessed people, and may angels watch over our children and keep them safe and sound always. Amen.

Yippie! Are you feeling it? The joy? The shalom peace? Yes! It’s our favourite season of the year! It’s Christmas! The birth of Christ our Saviour!

We’ve been thoroughly blessed so it’s thanksgiving time. After all, when Baby Lauren was suffering from eczema, scratching her rashes raw, I fell down on my knees and asked for a miracle. And then, we made the Jo Lauren Miracle Balm, through the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ! Find out more about it over here and here.

There’s so much I can share about Jesus and how God has given us so much, when we’re such undeserving brats. That’s the glory and grace of Christ, where favour is showered upon the most undeserving ones. Remember how Jesus healed the lepers, dined with sinners and tax collectors, and stood up for prostitutes? Yep, that’s Christ, whom loved the poor, the weak and helpless. That’s us! If we wish to know how our Heavenly Father is, just look to Christ and we’d know.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. ~ John 3:16

I was prompted to blog about this controversial topic: extended breastfeeding.

Breastfeeding, in itself, is a very touchy topic. If you want to make enemies at a new play date, just casually bring this up, lean back and watch WWIII unfold before your eyes. You see, there’s really no better way to get on people’s nerves than to make them feel they’re not getting their shenanigans right, and that includes how we feed our precious LOs.

To set things straight, I am not a breastzilla. I have utmost respect for all mummies and their choices. I always believe, if we’ve never had someone’s breasts and nipples, we don’t judge their baby feeding choices. But the topic of extended breastfeeding is another monster topic altogether.

I’m not sure what it is about motherhood that turns some women into holier-than-thou social pariahs. It is simply inappropriate, no matter what justification you may reserve, to impose your views on others. Be it with regards to bottle feeding, breastfeeding or extended breastfeeding.

So here I am, with my 21-month-old baby Lauren, and we’re, or rather she, is still happily riding on this breastfeeding train. I am at the door, patiently waiting to arrive at “No More Breastfeeding Station”. How long more? I don’t know, how about you ask Lauren?

Well, for starters, we’re only left with the, “Mum-Mum After Playgroup”, “Mum-Mum Before Bedtime” and “Mum-Mum Non-Stop Throughout The Night, If Mum-Mum Falls Out Of My Mouth I Scream” and “Mum-Mum If Not I Don’t Get Out Of Bed In The Morning”. Which, to be honest, is fine with me. Actually I really don’t like the night-time feeds and some nights I pray really hard that she’d just give this one up. I guess God is playing favourites on this one, since she seems to be getting her wishes granted instead of mine. Sigh.

And I’ve been trying to wean her off the session when she gets back from full day childcare. It’s not easy because she’s not seen me for like 8 hours and she’s really cranky until she gets it. Some days we manage without it, other days I throw in the Mum-Mum without a fight.

So I get embarrassed now whenever people ask if I’m still breastfeeding her, when she’s running around and smiling, flashing her white pearlies at people. It makes me feel self-conscious and creepy. Like why am I not weaning her and letting her be more independent? Frankly speaking, I do want her to be independent. Oh yea, I want her to be independent! But I don’t exactly see the logic and practicality of that independence manifesting when she’s just 21 months old. Not even 36 months old. She still needs me to put on her shoes and clean up her poop. So I’m really not getting the memo here, why do we insist on weaning babies before they’re ready?

I know there are cases of babies self-weaning early but my hubby Ray be my witness, there’s no separating Lauren from her Mum-Mum. It’s home sweet home to her. She’d cuddle up on my lap or on my side, and many times giggle halfway through, then choke, and chuckle with milk flowing out of her mouth. I really don’t see her getting independent any time soon. And honestly, she seems to think the Mum-Mums belong to her and only her. It’s strange. But that’s another story for another day.

Look sweetie, Mum-Mums belong to mummy ok, not you! Tsk.

So yea, I know this is a tough one. All children are different, so as much as I want to wean her off her Mum-Mums, it’s just not as easy as it seems. Lauren clearly is not developmentally ready to give it up. If some children still need their comfort items at age 4 or even 5, why do we judge extended breastfeeding? If some of us bottle feed our children up to age 5, what’s the issue with extended breastfeeding? I have no intention to breastfeed until age 5, God forbid, but why do we judge?

And yes, some cultures in the world breastfeed until 5 years old!

I am in fact very happy to have stuck with my decision to breastfeed her until today. Perhaps it’s just her sweet and gentle character. But maybe. You know. Perhaps it’s the 10 mins of breastfeeding sessions (People think breastfeeding toddlers take 45 minutes, nope! They’re efficient suckers!) she gets daily that keeps her grounded, feeling loved and secure. There’s nothing perverted about her development and we’ve an amazing bond. I wouldn’t change a thing.

I believe we can do without all the judging and criticizing, and start loving and respecting each other for being mums. Cos being a mum is such a beautiful gift from God and we shouldn’t taint it the way we do sometimes. Agree? Alright, that’s a long rant. Peace!

Bonus peek of my Mum-Mum obsessed darling Lauren.

We were having our usual after-dinner ice cream waffles at The Daily Scoop when your team of 5 came in.

Your hubby and yourself are both very good-looking and so are your 3 very handsome boys.

So you guys got seated and I noticed how your youngest son, strapped in the high-chair, was dolefully eyeing his 2 elder brothers’ ice cream cones. And once your husband passed you your cup, your little one immediately lunged forward to get some and you did the same because you had to give him the first bite without him falling off the high chair.

Your two elder boys, possibly 3 & 5 year olds, were gleefully enjoying their ice creams, oblivious to your pleas to stop banging on tables and walls, while you continued to share your ice cream with your baby.

That’s when you decided to sneak a little spoonful of your second son’s ice cream. But you weren’t stealth enough. Your boy immediately realized what you had done and shouted, “Why did you take my ice cream?” Not appreciating the fact that, well, you and your hubby actually got him “his” ice cream in the first place.

And what happened next was the bomb. Your eldest son, now sandwiched between you and your livid second son yells into your ears, “DON’T DO THAT!”

It was loud, I think. Mostly because everyone seemed to turn around and wonder what was going on back there. You looked very apologetic and did a silent “sorry” to everyone around your table, so did your hubby.

You know what? I just wish I had said this to you but I’m Asian and totally shy. Don’t be sorry! It’s not your fault at all! Your family is so cute together and it was so heart-warming to watch.

I should have told you you’re doing a fantastic job raising 3 boys and still be sane and alive, eating ice cream.

I should have told you how fabulous you look, it’s like you eat parenting stress for breakfast!

I should have told you everything is fine, and boys are boys and always will be boys! A little banging won’t hurt the tables, neither will shouting hurt us.

I should have told you how impressively chill and zen you are, I could never be as patient as you were with your boys!

I should have told you how, if one day I ever get my own boys, I wish I’d be as cool as you are.

Please, never apologize to others because you’re really doing the best you can and anyone who doesn’t understand should move to North Korea. Or somewhere nasty because that’s where they belong.

You rock.

Thanks to social media, we not only get updates of our friends and family but also a billion articles and pseudo “research.” The latest one I came across was this:

Why French Kids Don’t Have ADHD.

I find this article disturbing.

While I agree with her stance that ADHD kids should not be given drugs and more work should be done to treat the underlying social context problem, I find the following paragraphs disturbing:

“From the time their children are born, French parents provide them with a firm cadre—the word means “frame” or “structure.” Children are not allowed, for example, to snack whenever they want. Mealtimes are at four specific times of the day. French children learn to wait patiently for meals, rather than eating snack foods whenever they feel like it. French babies, too, are expected to conform to limits set by parents and not by their crying selves. French parents let their babies “cry it out” if they are not sleeping through the night at the age of four months.

French parents, Druckerman observes, love their children just as much as American parents. They give them piano lessons, take them to sports practice, and encourage them to make the most of their talents. But French parents have a different philosophy of discipline. Consistently enforced limits, in the French view, make children feel safe and secure. Clear limits, they believe, actually make a child feel happier and safer—something that is congruent with my own experience as both a therapist and a parent. Finally, French parents believe that hearing the word “no” rescues children from the “tyranny of their own desires.” And spanking, when used judiciously, is not considered child abuse in France. (Author’s note: I am not personally in favor of spanking children).

As a therapist who works with children, it makes perfect sense to me that French children don’t need medications to control their behavior because they learn self-control early in their lives. The children grow up in families in which the rules are well-understood, and a clear family hierarchy is firmly in place. In French families, as Druckerman describes them, parents are firmly in charge of their kids—instead of the American family style, in which the situation is all too often vice versa.”

It appears to me that this whole article is just a masked attempt to lead the reader from understanding more about ADHD into believing that, “setting limits” and “letting babies to cry it out” are all best parenting practices that prevent ADHD. And she does that while bashing the “American family style”, whatever that means. All these claims and accusations done without any empirical or clinical studies but simply because it is her opinion and what she perceives of French and American parents. Crying it out at 4 months to prevent ADHD? I suspect Dr Sears is crying it out having to read that from an “expert”.

For starters, not all French parents are structured parents and neither are all American parents “limitless”. That’s a gross generalization. Are there no French parents that do attachment parenting, because that means boobs on tap and definitely no, “crying it out.” So to declare French kids have no ADHD because they had to cry it out at 4 months old is just bewildering. That also suggests that many aspects of attachment parenting will lead to ADHD, which is hmmm, how should I put it. Oh yes, bollocks!

There isn’t any evidence-based research conducted or cited to conclude that a child brought up in a home with clear limits has less likelihood of getting ADHD. If there is, she should have included that in the article. Where is the proof for her claims?

The article comes across lacking in the logic department and seems to justify the use of “limits” and “crying it out” methods to further her agenda, whatever that may be but clearly does not help advance anything in the topic of ADHD. I wonder how many parents actually took her words for real and imposed “frame” and “structure” to their helpless babies, whom are still learning to trust in their caregivers?

I am of the view that every family requires their own parenting methods. The right method is the one that works for the family, be it structured or not, crying it out or nursing it out. It irks me to read articles like these that seem to suggest one parenting method is better than the other. Not to mention how she generalizes parents of different countries. I wonder what’s her view of Asian parents?

I say, get off your high horse. *Peace out*

Baby Lauren teaches me many things, one of which is NOT to say, “Cannot.” to her.

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When she first attempted to dismount from our bed, I said, “Cannot, it’s dangerous.” But before I could get to her, she did it, skillfully. That left me speechless.

When she first tried to walk up the stairs, I asked her, “Cannot, Mummy carry you ok?” But she inched toward the stairs, pulling my hand along, and lifted her feet, one by one until we reached the top. And after just 5 more tries, she could walk up the stairs on her own.

When she first saw an escalator, I warned her, “Cannot, very dangerous!” But she dragged me to the foot of the escalator and looked at me, and back at the escalator. I held on tight to her hand, and without hesitation, she took a step confidently onto the moving stairs. And chuckled so happily, we always take the escalator now. All. The. Time.

Part of me wants to protect her and shield her from everything. Yet, another part of me wants her to explore and experience the world without fear. I guess my fear of her losing her courage is greater than the fear of her stumbling down. After all, she can always pick herself up if she falls but if she loses her fearless innocence, she’d probably never reach her full potential. Whatever that may be.

Reminder to self: Stop saying the word, “cannot!” and bite my tongue while doing so.