All women (and men) carry a “backpack” loaded with the experiences that during our childhood have marked us. For better and for worse, our relationship with our parents determines our parenting style, even if it has made us change the idea of maternity / paternity we had before our children were born.
It's commendable that we don't want to repeat the mistakes our parents made with us, but we can also reproduce all those things that they did well, which is the same thing they have tried.
I have often "allowed myself" to question the educational methods that my mother used with me and my brothers, but I know her experiences when I was little and I realize that - although everything is better - she tried hard as I do in be overcome day by day.
We would not be here without the people who arrived before ... but not only physically, but also emotionally. That is why I have something that mother who had four children (without having medical assistance in any of the births) and did not count more than with her hands and her determination to raise them and move them forward; and I am also the other who every day dressed in clean and ironed clothes two little ones, despite their humility ... and that on more than one occasion he had to hide with them in an anti-air shelter. I see myself reflected in the mother who baked homemade bread and got up at six in the morning to keep me company while I studied the Institute exams.
They and the ones that preceded them I have been bequeathed by bits of his motherhood, I take advantage of positive things and reject what doesn't interest me.
Y Do you think that is all?Well, not because there is also a little piece of other moms with whom I have shared experiences and experiences, snacks and brief talks when crossing the streets ... All of them have contributed me a lot, some of them I left behind although I often think of they, and fortunately others still accompany me.
Moms with whom I have felt fully identified because they practice a respectful parenting style, and other imperfect ones (although not as much as I do) who struggle to offer their children the best of themselves every day, and that regardless of the circumstances.
But above all I am the mother that I have decided to beBecause I believe that everyone should pursue their desires, and when my first child was born, life turned upside down and priorities changed without having planned it. I can't imagine life without my children, because with no one I have learned more than with them, and because they have given me what no other person did.
Today is Mother's Day, but for me every day is Children's Day ... there is nothing better than watching them grow, and their smiles are able to erase (or almost) the dream and the accumulated worries.
Happy day to all moms! And happy day to all Families!
