In these days of holiday I spent on what I call absolutely "play": in addition to being an infinity of time playing with my daughter, in its new super-equipped kitchen, I spent so much time to the PC, I am dedicated to my cooking blog
, taking pictures, doing things that amused me, including that of giving a renewed this blog. We wanted to emphasize the change taking place.
What I wondered, however, is whether after so much love and romance, I can "return to curse" against my daughter to sleep at a decent time, or worse, in her bed, does not want. Eh. Because it seems too bad that after a little love and honey flowing with a loss of new brackets and begin to give bad words choked between his teeth (but no). Because the afternoon
just two sentences of lullabies and night ... "But the night no!" ?
I will never understand. Yet I know that somehow a matter of understanding it. I'm still firmly convinced that children try to communicate and to express something. Only I'm not capce to understand where the problem lies in the night. In practice, I do not fall asleep before her, or so I'd like to. Not to mention the fact that I would love to see a movie on TV. But so much.
Here, these two reasons, along with a backache that will not let me over and now it is inscribed in law in my mother's DNA, it takes me back to the 'ancestral incazzatura "that marked me as a mother in life and Web?
Now it is morning, I see everything and I am more peaceful, but I have to laugh to think of myself as an "extremist sessantottino" of motherhood: those who (as in life I have always been known) to do the revolutions to change the world, and should always be first in line screaming for justice and truth.
The metaphor fits me perfectly.
Although teenage pregnancy and have much in common (a concept that should be studied separately), these two great moments of transition in my life are very similar, especially in the aspect of rebellion against the practices that are not for me that are required instead of the ordinary.
I have antagonized many women, and especially more men, with my say "do not believe them when they tell you that a smile will erase all weariness." In a short phrase is given a very wide, that some of you share, others maybe not ... I do not know. But certainly I know that each knows the fatigue of motherhood, and then I also know that each finds its meaning, its desire to respond, his ability to go further.
I know that still is not easy to say that among the four walls of the house some nights the famous words of the lullaby
make sense .* I know that work, especially
my work is still much to do. You have to go through the streets, and women say that love is great, but it's true that sometimes is difficult. And they are not to be wrong, but, if anything, just tired. And that, the message of hope is that "then goes" over time, with the proximity of other people, and the courage to speak the truth.
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"Ninna nanna ninna oh, this baby to those who do ?!? "