Now it is very difficult for me to imagine my life without children. I am so attached to them that without them I simply cannot. Children have become my raison d’être, the main investment, my continuation. After all, they are my life.
When my daughter is in kindergarten, I do household chores. I try to pay attention to my younger son, play with him and do something useful. In the most extreme cases, I leave it with someone. You know, absolutely every mother knows the feeling of fear and anxiety for her baby. I would like to tell you about my experiences!
My maternal instinct
Probably, my maternal instinct is too developed. I constantly worry about my daughter and son. Even when they are in perfect order, are in a kindergarten or sleep at home, I think about them. I got so used to it that in my hands one son or another daughter, in turn, is sitting there in order to look at their empty knees wildly. There was even such a funny case. Listen up
We walked with children in the park. We have a playground there. That’s where my tomboy and ran. My little son was sitting in my arms, then climbing through the maze, which I did not notice how a strange little tot came up to me. I automatically took him in my arms and began to wipe my hands and pants off the sand. I wipe and continue to look after my children. And then it hit me! If my children crawl in a maze, then who is sitting in my arms?
There was also a funny case in the supermarket. Standing in line, someone woke up in the stroller baby. I automatically began to pump up the stroller. Mom crumbs too surprised. Then she received a calming answer: Ah, at the very two, one – 4, the other – a year with a tail !.
Bad mother. Being pregnant, I guessed that my life would change drastically. But I did not know that so much. I did not have time with household chores, with study, with the baby. When I wanted to sleep – she would eat and play. It was so hard for me to change over to the motherly regime. I was very afraid that going to school, I betray my daughter, changing education on her. I was afraid that I would be a bad mother and would not cope in some way.
Inexperience. I suffered and experienced out of inexperience. My mother-in-law was constantly pulling out my newborn daughter from my arms. She said that I was doing everything wrong and wrong. As a result, it turned out that it was not necessary to swaddle, and in many ways she was wrong. I was so sick of her stories about my children that I gently explained to her that this was my child, and I would cope with him myself! And the experience comes with time, and no courses can teach how to calm and love your child correctly!
Injury. This is true for children of all ages. I woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. I had terrible dreams, as my daughter breaks something for herself or falls out of bed. I was afraid to sleep with her, so as not to accidentally cover her with a blanket or drop her. She often burped, and I was afraid that she would not choke.
Now we are sleeping in bed together: I, husband, daughter and son. And even though I put everyone to bed in the evening, we wake up at full strength in the morning. I try to sleep sensitively, but I only wake up to the cry of my son when I ask him to eat.
Disease. You know, I really want absolutely all the kids to be healthy! But they get sick, especially in kindergartens. Every day I send my daughter to the kindergarten and I am afraid that she will not get sick. Many are talking about cruelty-educators who deliberately open windows and doors. Maybe they do. Here and in the kindergarten the little girl lies in danger.
Thanks. I live with my husband’s parents. I will say right away that living with them under the same roof is very difficult. Much had to go through: and slander, and names, and threats. All would be nothing if it did not concern the children.
My scumbags are naughty, indulge, like all children, and mother-in-law is only on hand. He likes to blame something, sting. Here, for example, I will take a son in my arms, talk to him: My sunshine is clear, see what beautiful tulips grow in the yard. What I hear: Of course the sun! Wait, grow up, and bring you some kind of lahudra!
Maybe it will. But now, while he is small … You need to enjoy his sweet toothless smile, his first steps and sweet Mom. For Skoda and various pranks, I’ll still miss! And I know that I want the child to do something and do this, and he will already be an adult! And I will only remember in his old age his pranks with tears in his eyes!
And I want to allow him everything! And in this very old age I want the children to remember their childhood with joy and a smile. And they did not say that they were beaten for any reason and scolded! I decided for myself that children should have a childhood full of bright colors, pleasant and memorable moments, interesting events and travels! and no one can forbid it to me!
The awareness of motherhood does not come with the first cry of the firstborn, but after some time. Of course, every woman has motherly fears. But is this a blessing? Yes, every mother will worry about their children. What about children? Do they always answer us the same when we need it? Will they sit by our bed just as we sat on the cradle during sleepless nights? Each mother will ask or ask these questions.
These are my fears. What do you think about this?