It so happened that our grandmothers are very modern and constantly busy. In other words – they are not up to the children. Only heard: Oh, with them is impossible! Here grow up, then sit. Waiting for my children to grow up, I always carry them with me.
How it all began
As I said, modern grandmothers do not care about grandchildren. They are busy with a bunch of strange (in my opinion) cases, I would even say useless ones. But for some reason, for them, these things are much more important.
I remember when my daughters were really babies, I even cried because I had no one to leave them for an hour and go to the air. I carried them with me to the big shops and the market, to my friends and friends, to the beach and to the forest to mosquitoes, the executive committee and the tax department. In general, both on business and on vacation, we went together.
Here are just business meetings turned into a stream of shouts and tosses, and the rest was more like a banal change of scenery, which is necessary so as not to brutalize.
But, like all young mothers, I regularly still attempted to attach children, albeit for a couple of hours, to be alone and quickly do things without hassle. Every time, listening to the sluggish refusals, explanations of the reasons and plans of grandmothers, I cried and remained with the little ones in my arms.
And one day the husband said: Enough! No more asking. It can be seen, the fate of this – all the time to be with their children. You just have to get used to it, that nobody needs them except us.
And I, girls, began to get used. In fact, it was not the words of my husband that so strongly influenced me, but the fact that inside, every time I asked for help and was refused, I felt a grudge against granny. And so that this bitter resentment, mixed with fatigue, no longer filled me up again and again, I decided to stop these useless appeals.
Began to babies for a silently. But in fact, I constantly waited for someone to say: Leave them, I’ll see. And instead received on return: Oh, how are you there to tighten! And how did you return? It’s so far away !! You know, it sounded like a mockery.
But I used to just keep silent so as not to be rude in a serious way.
When the bitterness passed, and the children were killed, I tried to find an excuse for adults.
Probably, with my children it is difficult, because there are two of them and they are little moreover, moreover active. Or maybe the grandmothers did not want to take them so that other grandchildren would not be jealous. Or deliberately did not take the little ones, so that I got used to that the mother should not run anywhere from the children.
But at the moment I constantly carry girls with me, and the question does not arise about someone to throw them.
Do you manage to rest from children?