When you are dead tired of your child

When you are dead tired of your child

As soon as we brought our newborn daughter home, her older brothers were the first to come to tell me that she was crying, whimpering, or she was somewhat suspicious: “Mom, you need someone. The baby is crying. ” Or I would sit down for a moment, knowing full well that the child is starting to wake up ... "Mom, I need you!" Good! I got it already! And this is not to mention the fact that the needs of the newborn pale in comparison with the needs of two little boys.

Someone always needs to have a bite, someone always needs to bandage, give another sock, put ice cubes in the water, give out a NEW squad of boys, wipe snot, hug, tell a fairy tale, kiss. There were days when it seemed to me that the day would never end, and the monotonous state, when you are constantly “needed by someone”, can really do your job and have a negative effect. But suddenly it struck me like thunder: they need me. Not someone else. Not any other person in the world. They need their MOM.

 

 

The sooner I was able to accept the fact that motherhood means that I never have time, the sooner I could find my place and find peace in this crazy race at this stage of my life. The sooner I could understand that “mother” is my duty, my privilege and honor. And I am ready to be where I need them, at any time of the day or night.

 

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“Mama” - this means that I just put the baby to sleep after feeding at 4 am, and then my three-year-old son had a nightmare. "Mom" - this means that I survive on coffee and on the fact that children did not eat. “Mama” - this means that my husband and I do not have time to talk normally for weeks. "Mom" - this means that I put their needs before their own, without even thinking. “Mama” means that my whole body hurts, and my heart is filled with love.

I'm sure the day will come when no one will need me. My children will flee who where and will be absorbed in their lives. And I will sit alone in some nursing home (the text was written by an American, in America nursing homes are very good and spend old age there - normal practice - ed.) And watch how my body fades. And then no one will need me. Maybe I will even become a burden.

Of course, they will visit me, but my hands will no longer be their home. And my kisses will not be healing for them. And there will be no more little shoes with which you need to wipe the dirt. And you will not need to wear seat belts in the car. I will read a bedtime story for myself, seven times in a row. And I will no longer strive for breaks. There will be no more backpacks that need to be packed and unpacked, boxes for lunch that need to be filled. And I am sure that my heart will cry, just to hear these thin voices that call me: “Mom, you need someone!”

 

 

And now these peaceful feedings at 4 in the morning in our little cozy nursery seem beautiful to me. We sit in our own lavender nest on a mighty oak tree. We look at how quietly the snow falls, and how the hare runs on an even white canvas. Only me and my baby are still dark and quiet in the neighboring houses. As soon as we sit and watch the pale moon rise, the shadows dance along the walls of the nursery. Me and she - only the two of us hear the owl hooting away.

We cling to each other under the covers, and I rock her so she can fall asleep again. It is already 4 am, I am exhausted and tired, but everything is fine, she needs me. Only me And maybe I need it too.Because she makes me MOM. One day she will sleep soundly all night. One day I will sit in a wheelchair, I will not have anyone in my hands, and I will dream of those quiet nights in the nursery. About the time when she needed me, and there were only two of us in the whole world.

Can I enjoy what I need? Sometimes - certainly, but often it is very tiring. Tantalizing But do not need to enjoy every moment. It is a duty. God made me their mother. This is the position I was aiming for long before I understood it.

For three days off, my husband could not believe his ears, how often our boys repeated: “Mom. Mom, mom! ”-“ Are they always like that? ”He asked, not hiding horror and sympathy. “Yes, all day, every day.” This is my job". And I have to admit that this is the most difficult job I've ever had.

In a past life, I was a manager at a restaurant in a very popular network in Florida. At 19:30, on Saturday evening, I stood on the distribution of an endless stream of plates, and suddenly the electricity was cut off ... but this is nothing compared to what is happening at home at 17:00. And believe me, customers in South Florida are harder to please than anyone.But this is a gift compared to my sleepless boys, with low blood sugar.

I once had time. To myself. Now it would be nice to do a little bit of your nails. My bra is no longer sitting on me. My hair dryer, probably, is no longer working, I do not even know. I can not take a shower without an audience. I started using eye cream. My ID is no longer checked. This is proof of my motherhood. Proof that I need someone. Right now I always need someone. Just like last night ...

At 3 o'clock in the morning I hear the tramp of small legs — someone enters my room. I lie quietly and barely breathe. Maybe he will return to his room. Yes!

"Mama!"

“Mom!” The voice gets a little louder.

"Yes" - I could barely whisper.

He pauses, his eyes sparkling in dim light.

"I love you".

And that's it, he left. I rushed back to my room. But his words still hang in the cool night air. If I could touch them and take them, I would have grabbed these words and pressed them to my chest. His quiet voice that whispers the best words in the world. I love you. A smile touches my lips and I exhale slowly.I am almost afraid that the memory will be gone. I go back to sleep, and his words settle in my heart.

One day this little boy will become an adult man. And he will no longer whisper such sweet words to me at an inappropriate hour. I will only hear the beeps of the cars and the snoring of my husband. I will sleep at night all night, I will not worry about a sick child or a crying baby. It will just be remembered. Those years will be remembered when I was needed, and it was tiresome, but not long-lasting.

We must stop dreaming of how “once” everything will become easier. Because the truth is this: yes, it may be easier, but it will never be better than today. Today, when I'm covered with snot and drool of little boys. Today, when I enjoy the little hands wrapping around my neck. Today is perfect. “Once” I will have a pedicure and I will be able to take a shower alone. “Once” I will regain myself. But today I give myself to others, I get tired, I’m all smudged, but I am SO loved, and therefore I must go again. I need someone.

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    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child

    When you are dead tired of your child