We - https://wise-select.com - a team of parents with extensive parenting experience who want to help other young mothers and fathers make their lives a little
We - https://wise-select.com - a team of parents with extensive parenting experience who want to help other young mothers and fathers make their lives a little
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What do our children mean to us? Well, if in three words, for example.
Cars, dolls, pistols?
Pancakes, cakes, pasta, and those with chocolate? Yes, there are those who thought them up, probably great parents!
T-shirts, underpants, socks in odd numbers?
Lessons, homework, development?
Anxiety, Trouble, Mess?
Responsibility, responsibility, heavy responsibility?
You are not able to imagine in advance how different life will be when your baby is born. One can guess that now it will be somehow different, but it is not even close there.
He was born, and (solemn music) a new you appeared. Everything. From this day you will begin to change:
It will take a month - and you already choose a supermarket on the width of the passage and the quickness of the guards, while opening the doors in front of the stroller.
It will take a year - new friends, society, and now in the sandbox you think through the wardrobe more carefully than in a nightclub. Indeed, in this T-shirt you were already there yesterday!
It will take three - in IMAX you can only be met at the premiere of cartoons.
5 years is a normal matter, walking around the apartment, quietly stepping over jackets, pants, apples, albums, scooters and rollers. All toys, nipples, caps and sneakers laid out on the floor, and you even like it, it is more convenient to get the right thing. If something is not, look under the sofa.
Uh, nipples, where are you from? Ah, well, my brother was born !!
You and your husband got involved in going to the theater in turns, and on a visit with the children. Virtuoso play tic-tac-toe, and then these juniors you still do not jump round.
And all the time, somewhere in the background, in the zone of the hypothalamus, there is enduring anxiety for them. So that he did not wake up, did not fall, did not hurt, did not get sick, something bad did not happen. To grow up happy, so that in luck you are lucky, a vocation is found. That did not do as I, and did better. Fear for children never passes.
But still the main thing is not this.
So for us, our children? Warm palms that hold you tight by the neck. Little bad heels that kick you in your sleep. Stretched to the side handles flying to a meeting with a cry:
"Ma-ma-ah!"
Noses sniffing in their ear because they are hedgehogs. And the most important words in the world:
“Mom, I love you like a cosmos ...”
So what? And where are you going now? Exactly.
