The treasures

 

I write this with my two months little boy asleep in my arms. Do not let him down, because I do not want to put it down again. That's perfect. It's beauty, gentleness and joy, incarnate deity. I learned to feel things that never would have never guessed that there may be. He grabbed the life and soul of the sweet and pleasant way possible. Each of his smile is the most beautiful gift ready to myself, even if it appears instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, when sleep is sweetest. Each lily dig a small tunnel in me and discover what soothes him, to see him light up again and fall asleep peacefully is one of the greatest satisfactions that I have ever lived. I always darkest shoulder all evil thoughts about me I can wait, now that is pink and tender, and full of confidence that mommy can to protect it all - a strong confidence that I would like to me a transfer and I - and later, when you have to defend himself unleashed world. Like any mother, I'd keep it under a crystal bell in a magic bubble soap, which is always smiling and happy teddy bear now, where to find him not no worries, no malice, no pain, no injustice. But I know very well that this can not happen, because not grow a teddy bear, but a young man who must fall, to strike, to cry and then get up and go back to playing. What should be the target of colleagues mischievous bad jokes without losing self-confidence. What should be betrayed by a friend without becoming a loner. What should be left to a girl without becoming a misogynist. What should lose a job in favor of a pile without becoming a misanthrope, which must not afford everything he wants without an end to the enrichment of life. What you should know what it's like to be wrong, and shame in order to learn to forgive and be forgiven. Whose heart must break feeling the injustice the world to teach humanity, moderation and gratitude.

 

If it is something for which I am grateful every day of my life and helped me to get out of any chasm, not to lose my direction, courage, knowing that if I lose, I find myself, that some are values that they have been inspired in childhood. I was raised by grandparents from 6 months to 6 years, and my grandmother was the embodiment of tender motherhood. He taught me right and wrong, taught me and showed me, by example, what modesty, selflessness, devotion, unconditional love and much, much more. He dedicated every moment of her life, she developed and furnished mind constantly talking to me and I will always love you like a mother. And her efforts paid off: we have spoken much earlier than other children from 3-4 years I read, I was kind of kid smart parents boast to friends and relatives. And I was a happy child. However, while I was a child despotic, hysterical and manipulator who could cry for hours - until exhaustion - when struck by the smallest frustration. On 3-4 years old, I was so selfish that if I asked my grandfather a little chocolate, a scratch and gave him just what had gathered under the nail, then boast about "generosity" my grandmother. If, during the walk, I was not satisfied with the impossible desire, I knocked me down in the street and began to scream. I still remember how I had, at four to five years, to bring me poor mother armpit of the park in full fury, which continued three o'clock and then at home (until blood flowed on my nose and I got scared ) because I had seen a piece of yellow chalk on a child and I wanted. Being Sunday afternoon, in the early 90s, no bookstore was not open, and all the promises and attempts of poor martyrs distraction or consolation that only God knows how I held her nerves to bear were in vain. Sure, it was not my fault, I was a classic case of over-pampered only child. It was not until I moved back to the parents, the lesson was complete: it took more vigorously and often hear the word "no" many tears spilled and hopes that "these bad boys are not my parents, sure I was adopted! ", but eventually I learned respect, consideration, and in particular discipline - responsibility. I learned that facts have consequences, that is to be successful, must be submitted effort, not every gesture and a great accomplishment to receive, and must provide. I learned that it's not debt hatches anyone to do for me that I can do it myself, I did not servants. I learned to do unto others as I would like to make me what I am, although I knew him saying much. In short, I became a social animal baby learning to control my emotions, to speak politely to eat, get dressed and brush my own, to do things for the house or even for the rest of the family. In just one year, I was another child: all happy, but educated.

Of course, not all methods were good to my parents, and now feel revolt injustice of words hasty or wrong decisions of their own. But the people were fallible, just as I was already reconciled to the idea that mistakes made in the relationship with my child. But it's important that my life would have been incomparably more difficult and without care, patience, gentleness and forbearance grandparents angelic but without firmness, reprimands and punishments sometimes my parents, without sincerity that I loved what I did well and I caught my attention when I worked superficially, that my talents were encouraged and advised me to think about when - with a sweet voice of nightingale mixed with crow- dream to become a singer of pop music. Do not understand that my parents were some tyrant, on the contrary, we laughed a lot, we played much and we loved more. But when we were leaving right way, do not hesitate to have my parents guiding me - where they could, with good about where he could, calling for authority - back on course.

If possible, I will try to weave these threads separate my childhood, balance them to increase my treasure and reach a whole human being. Surely, I always try to talk, to explain, to solve problems with patience, kindness and harmony. But I know too well that not all problems can be solved this way. If a child should have intellectual and emotional maturity to understand and accept all decisions that parents take his name would not need parents. Although I will always encourage to speak, when it is appropriate, I will say "no" firmly, even if I accused her "crush personality". Even though I will always respect, as a little person, I will be the first mother and then girlfriend, because you have to trust that parents have more knowledge, skills and life experiences than he that guides them correctly even when this is not it obvious that if make use of authority, made exclusively for the benefit and protection of, even if the moment does not understand why. Although I will support up-n white sails to fulfill their dreams and make them authentic praise heartfelt efforts, I will not reward superficiality or lack of effort. Even though I will always help to do what still fails, he will not do things that you can do yourself. And last but not least, even if I need help with home maintenance, animals and family, I will not deny responsibility, although some of them will hate the soul (life, man is not just what ' i like it ...). Although I will protect from danger, I will sometimes leave to make their own mistakes (and I will offer a shoulder when the consequences). I will learn to think, to reason, to question, to seek answers, I will not give all the tray. I will not spare to learn - even if not first hand - in this instance means poverty, lack of opportunities, injustice, discrimination and I will not tolerate indifference or cynicism. I will give them the necessary weapons to defend themselves and to fight for what they believe in, but I will not fight the battles important to him.

I will not try to reassure my little boy happy, because I understand that happiness can not only build one. But if I manage to be at least broadly the parent I intend to be, at maturity, will understand that that happiness emanates from a life with respect and humanity towards others, the dignity of everything get by own forces, of accepting responsibilities as a duty of honor and unceasing fight for what you believe and for those who can not fight for themselves.

 

Sure, there will be bumpy and many unknowns on the road. One of the most shocking revelations that we had worldview, which did not come until later, even after 20 years, is that adults do not have all the answers, that their lives are not arranged and put in order as seen from the outside, that most often do not find the cure for anxiety that I grind to 16 years. All childhood expect to "grow up" and the world is yours, then, in an instant some, the reality hits you that it's been a few years since "you're great" and no one came to give you the key mysteries of the universe . And being a parent involves crushing responsibility, not only to a small being who depends on you entirely, at least in the early years - the most important training - believe everything you tell him and neither imagine how many times you asked if you manage to maintain it in one piece, let alone to doing and man. It's also a responsibility to the people whom you have created a citizen to his future colleagues, his future partner (or partner) to his future children. And sometimes I get headaches hands, wondering how to educate a child to be somebody I, when every day I strive to discern what to do with myself for being even half the man I was raised to be . But then I remember that I am not alone in this attempt, we not only back the gifts received from my parents and grandparents, but of generations of parents and grandparents to me. Each had sent that child's best, endowed for survival and to be a whole human being and every success, here I am preparing to grow the newest member of my genetic line stretched for hundreds of thousands of years, and when I think of people who are or were those before me, I think with pride. Something must be done right every parents, so probably I will do the right thing and I in turn ...

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