In your womb your baby grows
your bundle there can hear
noises of laughter and singing
ring in your unborn child’s ear
Contentment and an easy birth
will be yours if you
keep bubs content
lying there waiting
for a baby that’s truly heaven sent
Then when it arrives on that glorious day
start showing it oodles of affection
NO it doesn't spoil them
to have cuddles galore
I went in that direction
Keep a gentle voice with you
don't let your baby fret
Time will come for discipline
but not for a while yet
How you treat your baby
before it is born then after
will make all the difference
to how it behaves
and save you much disaster
As a Foster Carer and mother
I have proved beyond a doubt
that showing love not discipline
for babies has more clout
They become more confident
children
Clever and more alert
They are so much more contented
and some 'spoiling' has never hurt
Don't pay attention to stories
about spoiling and other silly stuff
giving love with firmness
is really quite enough.
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