Why the wild baby lion parenting trend is completely exhausting

Priya
2026-05-02T06:44:54+02:00

I'm standing in the produce aisle at Marianos while my two-year-old arches his back so hard he resembles a freshly caught trout. He's furious because I won't let him bite directly into a raw, unpeeled sweet potato. An older woman walks by, gives me a look of deep pity, and mutters something about him acting like a wild animal. She isn't entirely wrong. The internet loves to call these fiercely independent kids "baby lions," as if raising a hyper-verbal apex predator with zero impulse control is some kind of noble aesthetic choice. It isn't. It's just survival.

The biggest lie we tell ourselves is that if we're perfectly responsive, intuitive mothers during the newborn phase—the whole Instagram "lioness" vibe—our kids will somehow emerge as calm, compliant little angels. Nope. You're just raising a very secure baby who knows exactly how to roar to get what they want. And they'll want a lot. Usually at 3 AM.

Listen, before I had my son, I was a pediatric nurse. I thought I knew how to handle screaming kids because I did it for twelve-hour shifts. But clinical knowledge is basically useless when it's your own kid. Your brain literally rewires. You hear a whimper and your blood pressure spikes like a trauma code just got called. It's a completely different game when you can't just clock out and hand the chart to the night nurse.

The triage unit of the newborn phase

Those first few months are purely about keeping everyone breathing and reasonably fed. The whole "lioness parenting" trend tells you to trust your maternal intuition, which sounds lovely, but my intuition during the newborn phase mostly consisted of wanting to cry in the shower and order takeout.

My pediatrician, Dr. Gupta, told me you can't spoil a baby under six months, which I took as medical permission to literally never put my son down. I wore him to the bathroom. I wore him making toast. I read somewhere that the first three years of brain development are basically a rapid-fire sequence of neurological scaffolding, which sounds terrifying because half the time my kid's primary stimulation was watching me aggressively unload the dishwasher.

Science supposedly says that responding to their every cry builds neural pathways for trust, but honestly, I just couldn't handle the crying. It felt like someone was scraping my bare nerves with a scalpel. You hold them, you feed them, you surrender your entire physical autonomy so everyone survives the shift. It's messy and it's exhausting and no amount of beige linen clothing makes it look glamorous.

When the teething started around four months, my sweet little cub turned absolutely rabid. He was literally gnawing on my collarbone while I tried to chart infant sleep schedules on my phone in the dark. We ended up getting the Panda Teether Silicone Baby Bamboo Chew Toy. I've seen a thousand trendy silicone shapes come through the pediatric ward, but this one actually worked because it was flat enough for his uncoordinated, jerky little hands to grip without dropping it every four seconds. I used to throw it in the fridge while making my morning chai. Giving him that cold teether bought me exactly seven minutes of silence per day, which in mom-time is basically a long weekend in Cancun.

When the cute cub grows fangs

Then they become toddlers, and suddenly you realize you're living with a roommate who has the emotional stability of a Real Housewife and the physical energy of a border collie. This is where the whole "raising lions" metaphor actually starts to make sense.

Modern parenting is obsessed with the idea of being gentle. We're told to validate their feelings while they actively destroy the living room. Validating feelings is fine, yaar, but when my kid is trying to stick a fork in the electrical socket, I'm not going to crouch down, make eye contact, and say, "I see you're frustrated by the flow of electricity." I'm grabbing the damn fork.

I feel like we're all so terrified of damaging their delicate psyches that we let them run the asylum. I see it at the playground all the time. Some kid throws sand directly into another toddler's eyes, and the mom swoops in with, "Oh, beta, are you feeling overwhelmed by your boundaries?" No, he's being a jerk. Tell him to stop throwing sand.

My pediatrician told me that toddlers are basically tiny sociopaths testing the electric fences to see if the power is still on. You have to be the fence. Give them a boundary, let them bounce off it, and move on with your day instead of negotiating with a two-foot-tall hostage taker who doesn't even know how to wipe his own nose.

Just put shoes on them that actually stay on their feet and ignore the rest of the footwear debate.

Finding the line between boundaries and bribery

The whole industry is designed to make you feel like you need a specialized tool for every developmental hiccup. You don't. But you do need a few things to keep them contained and distracted so you can drink coffee while it's still warm.

When my son was in the potato phase, we had the Wooden Baby Gym | Rainbow Play Gym Set with Animal Toys. It's fine. It looks gorgeous in a neutral nursery and it stops them from rolling into the coffee table legs for a few months. The wooden animals are definitely cute. But don't expect it to entertain a highly mobile baby lion for long. Once they figure out they can sit up and physically dismantle the structure like a tiny Godzilla, it's game over. It's an aesthetic placeholder for the newborn days when they just lie there, which is a nice phase while it lasts.

What you seriously need to care about is clothing logistics. Dressing a flailing animal requires strategy and speed. The Organic Cotton Baby Bodysuit Sleeveless Infant Onesie was my lifeline. The envelope shoulders on these things are the only reason I survived the blowout phase of 2022. You pull the whole bodysuit down over their feet instead of dragging toxic waste over their head. The organic cotton is soft, sure, which is great because infant skin is weirdly reactive to absolutely everything, but honestly I just cared that the snaps didn't rip out of the fabric after three trips through the hot wash cycle.

If you're outfitting your own little predator and want clothes that won't fall apart when you've to scrub sweet potato out of the collar, you can browse Kianao's organic collections here.

The safari aesthetic won't save you

There's this massive trend of the literal lion nursery. Perfectly curated beige rooms with organic wooden lions, earthy swaddles, and rattan baskets. It's objectively beautiful. I fell for it. I bought the expensive prints. But I'm here to tell you that a serene room doesn't make a serene infant.

They don't care about your Pinterest board. They care that the milk is warm and that you haven't put them down in a crib that feels slightly less warm than your arms. My understanding of infant brain development is pretty murky with visual processing, but I'm fairly certain they register a high-contrast minimalist safari mural as just a blob of gray shadow.

Instead of agonizing over sleep schedules and analyzing every minor cry and buying sixty different pacifiers to match your nursery theme, just put the baby in a carrier and go for a walk outside before you lose your mind entirely.

Listen, you're going to survive this phase. It feels endless when you're in the thick of a 45-minute tantrum over a wrongly peeled banana, but it really is just a season. Grab whatever gear helps you get through the day, set firm boundaries so you don't raise a menace, and don't look back. You can check out Kianao's baby essentials if you need reinforcements.

My chaotic, honest answers to your questions

Am I creating bad habits by holding my newborn all day?

No. Literally everyone in your family will tell you that you're, but they're remembering parenting advice from 1985. You can't spoil a newborn. They don't have the cognitive capacity to manipulate you yet. If holding them is the only way they sleep and you're okay with it, do it. If you need to put them down in a safe space so you can stare at a blank wall for ten minutes, do that too. Survival is the only metric that matters right now.

How do I get my toddler to stop biting me?

You stop reacting like it's a fun game. Toddlers are scientists testing cause and effect. If they bite you and you gasp, make a big face, and give a long speech about "gentle mouths," they just learned how to put on a great show. Say a firm "no biting," put them down immediately, and walk away for a minute. Withdraw the attention. It sucks, and your arm will bruise, but they get bored when the reaction stops.

Is the 'strong-willed child' thing just an excuse for bad behavior?

Sometimes, yes. It's a fine line. Having a strong-willed kid means they've fierce opinions and big reactions, which is a personality trait. Letting them hit people because they're "expressing their big feelings" is just bad parenting. You can acknowledge that they're mad while still physically preventing them from throwing a wooden block at your head. Boundaries honestly make them feel safer, even if they fight you tooth and nail on them.

Do I really need to buy all organic fabrics for my baby?

Need? No. Generations of us survived wearing highly flammable polyester. But infant skin is terrifyingly thin and prone to breaking out in weird, scaly rashes at the slightest provocation. I found that sticking to organic cotton for the base layers—the stuff genuinely touching his skin 24/7—cut down on the mysterious eczema patches I was constantly having to triage. Save the cheap synthetics for the cute outerwear they wear for exactly five minutes for a photo.

What do I do when my kid has a meltdown in public?

You sweat profusely, avoid eye contact with everyone, and evacuate. Don't try to reason with them in the cereal aisle. Pick them up like a surfboard under your arm, leave your cart, and go to the car. Let them scream it out in the backseat where the sound is at least somewhat muffled. We've all been there. Anyone judging you either doesn't have kids or has completely forgotten what it's like.