Today my little man turns 18 months ... look at him and a thousand thoughts come to mind when I was little ... I look at him smile, play, drawing, I feel so much like me that I relive the emotions and colors my childhood. Every day I try to give him the best of myself, but like all mothers of the world, I do not know if it is correct, the educator in me sometimes criticized, sometimes silent, more often agree ... it's just that when I think of my childhood I want to cry!
Please, nothing traumatic nor serious, no rapes or physical violence, none of this. But I was not happy because I felt sidelined, often "humiliated" because I did not do things like others, my originality and exuberance always fingered and never channeled. I wish for my son things were otherwise, I had a chance to be himself without being ashamed of what it is. Even today there are times when I feel out of place because I do not know how to behave, I'm afraid of making mistakes, afraid that someone might laugh at me behind my son and this must not happen. But how do we avoid it?
The educator has a simple remedy: let the child follow his inclinations with his time, without force and with lots of encouragement ... the mammma says, "It seems easy to you?" Being a good mother, for me, it is also understanding the needs of the child and follow them, even if it is not the right time. I pledge to time, we put all of myself, and I very much hope that Matthew, grew up, has the opportunity to choose what they want to become freely ... homeless or doctor, plumber or architect will always my approval.
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