all mothers (and others) has a long list of things he does not want swearing NEVER do with their child. This list, with each passing month, is filled with items crossed, erased.
Because there are things that previously seemed unthinkable a month and then they become, simply, real. Why you can even break an oath in front of a weeping, to a sleepless night, facing the discomfort of your child, or in front of their (unstable) to preserve sanity.
My personal list had remained almost intact
- Elizabeth to sleep alone before the fifth top: ok
- Accustom Elizabeth not to be always in her arms: ok
- stop breast-feeding before his graduation: ok
- not talk only and always about her and things to mom anytime, anywhere: work in progress
- Do not constantly compare her weight / height / waist / number of hair with that of other children, work in progress
- not Elizabeth candy pink dress from head to feet: let's talk . In the sense that it is not easy to find nice clothes as a child in alternative colors! Above all, if not dressed in pink and I put the pacifier in her mouth (pink) with wrote "Elizabeth", do not understand that it's a girl. I have the excuse?
- not proudly show her thighs with every stranger: work in progress
- Do not swear in her presence *!#"?...
- not use the nasal aspirator on Elizabeth in public places: ok
- not use the walker: ok
- Do not put it in the Latvian ok, too. In the sense that when we put in Latvian to play with us cry. But his despairing.
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not use the box:Ouch. Caught. Sunk. Kaput.
I pulled out the box.
I said that I would not have done instead and I did. I covered my mom bla bla bla me last month when he proposed a week ago and I took it out, with great satisfaction that now my mom will think "Just do the jackhammer to 3 days Giuppy and becomes convinced! I have it in hand! "
I swear: I do not want to use, I always thought was a useless box created specifically by consumerism to relegate children in an enclosed space, ensnare for themselves and their individuality, treating them like zoo animals, clip the of innocent children on their wings, caged their freedom to explore the world, all with dramatic consequences on the personality of children to the point of creation in 20 years new generation "box" (sure to read are pretty heavy! !).
In fact, after 2 weeks of crawling in the back, the little woman was becoming increasingly fast and I was to angle out his head from crevices impractical, pick you up from the ground after falling face and neck, had become impossible to go to the bathroom or cook if I was alone in the house (you remember the elf-function : Well, think of it in bathroom) ... In addition, Elizabeth began to manifest the intention of wanting to stand up looking insistently holds everywhere.
albeit with some doubt, I started to put it in the box with all its games, and I was pleasantly surprised to what was useful and convenient: St. Elizabeth is happy, gets on his knees, trying to get up falls without getting hurt, in short, have fun! I can cook without that I'll be cuddling each thud and I hear (hear hear) I can also go to the bathroom and closed the door without having literally at his feet!
not hide but I feel that slight sense of guilt for not having lived up to my purpose, for he has given up on an issue that seems fundamental to me ... The
I know, it's just the beginning of a long list of guilty with myself ... But what can I say, I have a highly developed super-ego.
And you? You have a list like mine? What you are not able to keep faith? How are you you got away with a sense of guilt?
Ilaria : know that the word "list" itchy hands ... you look a Comment!!
Giuppy
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