To realize that they are growing up is to find themselves naked - I put an "s" it's winter - in front of dozens of feelings of all kinds:another big fat cocktail of guilt, regret, pleasure and happiness , to which we are not prepared…
And THEY were right…it hurts me to say it, but we have to be honest (voteforme).
THEY were right. THOSE who kept repeating our ears based on "enjoy, it goes by so quickly and that we copiously insulted in silence because we didn't sleep, because it took us 3 hours to dress / undress them because we pee / get dressed in the morning, to go to the office with a trace of snot on the shoulder.
So, torn between my fear of not having enjoyed enough and my sudden awareness that all this little happiness (and these galleys eh) will end (yes, I know, to make room for something else), I now regularly have blows to the (?) heart.
Attention, cucul mode the praline activated. The faithful are not used to it, I prefer to warn.
These Wednesday mornings with him, face to face, which I ritualise more and more, organizing myself differently, because they will only last 4 months.
The cuddles and small massages on Sunday evening before they fall asleep that I never refuse again.
His little hand in mine when I take him to and from elementary school and he tells me everything he did during recess - because the rest, well, he doesn't remember too much.
The times when I catch them playing together "like babies".
So, I let my most beautiful smile rise. And I write in my memory. I make lots of memory balls that I send to my internal memory, family/happiness section. (Team Vice Versa for ever)
I knew it, I even bring them up totally from this point of view:they don't belong to me, I take them to adulthood, during which they can also come and draw what they want from me, but they are only with us for a few years. Finally very short. So, I fill my gauge with memories of this period when I was the nurturing and cuddly mom. To move on to the accomplice, but strict (always), confidant mother, who offers them to analyze, form an opinion, discover again and again and enrich themselves to LIVE THEIR LIFE.
Fortunately the P'tit Grand assures me that he will come to see me every weekend when he grows up and that he will buy me a house.
And given the mess in his room, I can tell you that he had better!
AH AH AH AH
Made without special effects – and without talent
