I became a mother fifteen years ago. A young woman with a wad in his arms and so afraid of making mistakes. Every mother knows that between the ideal proposed by the social culture / religion and its intimate feel there is often a huge chasm to shake her wrists. As soon as a child is born, in fact, feel the pressure, the imaginary, the expectations that more or less all I poured on him. Their models, their convictions, sentences and made an avalanche of clichés that we find ourselves face while you, new mom, broken down in an avalanche of emotions and hormonal revolutions trying to hold off sleep and a widespread feeling of ' inadequacy. This usually is the beginning of the journey that every mother has experienced.
We know nothing and only try to make up, and then follow the patterns that other women and, alas, the men just as you suggest, supported by no one knows what unquestionable truth. The famous maternal instinct is a knife on the head that every woman has heard lie upon himself. If you're not shooting in a nano second, if you can not tune in con la tua creatura nell’arco di poche ore, non potrai fare a meno di sentirti la peggiore delle madri ed il tuo senso d’inadeguatezza inizierà a crescere.
Io ho sperimentato ogni sfumatura di questo inizio e di tutti i passaggi successivi, quindi so di che si parla.
Nel corso di questi quindici anni mi sono stati rivolti i pensieri e le frasi più assurde e ridicole che le mie orecchie abbiano mai sentito pronunciare. Della serie:” Ho sentito cose che voi umani non potete neanche immaginare”. Forse proprio perché il carico delle aspettative sociale nei confronti “ dell’essere madre” è così alto che nessuno pensa mai alla splendida possibilità di poter tacere.
Non mi è stato spared nothing, absolutely nothing of what was passing in the minds of people.
some reason to feel great words all parents, even those who may not be parent. And everyone feels entitled to get in the chair and pedantic phrases shoot at random. I
that of motherhood, day after day I developed my idea, I was the target of cutting off opinions, sometimes very cruel and I suffered a lot. However, although I stop to reflect, I felt a deep sense of rebellion that led me to follow what I believed, trying to wipe out the cliches, unrealistic models and focus on what I believe and where I felt appropriate to us. It 'was hard, as is every way that does not follow the groove track already, but I must hit, I cashed the shots and went ahead. Perhaps not wanting to, every mother is stoic in his own way and I have been pursuing my model and that of others.
do not know if I was and am a good mother, here the only one who could speak and express his opinion is my son, but one thing is certain, and that's what I report here as my witness: being myself, so my mother to be following what my nature, my life, my story of a woman and her daughter take me to express is the only way in which it is possible for me to be a mother. Build a life is the ultimate expression of creativity that a woman has the opportunity to experience during its existence, and yet, in the contradiction inherent in human folly, even in the most wonderful opportunity of being that is just motherhood, all trapped in cold and tried to close prisons.
As if women were equal and all the children as well. Simply absurd and inhuman.
There are basic rules, this is obvious, but understanding the proper way, every woman should feel free to develop its role as a mother as his inclinations and allow her to hear. Needless however kidding, is not so and groped to pursue this objective is the company more difficult than I had to face. But I resisted tenaciously and with my son I made our relationship, we and nobody else.
I never believed in the sense of cancellation, I never put in a corner
'M' Cristina ', I have not forgotten who I was, what were my goals and my wishes in person before a mother. I did not because I always thought that my son was a sacred right to have a mother happy and serene. Which of my sacrifice, my sacrifices, my dissatisfaction would have done without if they had behaved, as I often see people who behave in applications, the result of having to suffer a hysterical mother, dissatisfied, unhappy and frustrated.
I wanted and I want to give him as much as I can, the joy of a happy mom, happy, pleased with himself and his social and emotional life. This behavior, imagined and still think, would have made more free and less pressured by my expectations or my proiezioni.Ci are successful? And who knows? The life you know it puts a strain on human and I am as I like to remember, but I put it all and he knows it. And yes, because among other wacky ideas that I'm fair, there is the will, this stubborn, to have with him a real, sincere, not focused on the syndrome of the super mom or super son so that is not realistic and by the way can result in irreparable damage to his future di uomo. Io sono io, limiti e pregi e lui e lui, limiti e pregi. Nessuna sovrastruttura, possibilmente nessun modello da imitare, ma solo il nostro essere prima di tutto persone e poi madre e figlio, nel rispetto quanto più profondo ed auspicabile di sentirci liberi, di rispettare reciprocamente pensieri e sentimenti. A volte è facile, altre lo è un po’ meno, ma siamo in progress, ed allora ogni giorno ci guardiamo negli occhi, mettiamo vicini vicini i nostri cuori ed insieme aggiustiamo la rotta. In fondo stiamo crescendo insieme e sperimentiamo traiettorie mai solcate. Io nel frattempo ho 44 anni e lui 15, siamo due persone diverse da quando ci siamo incontrati e la vita ci misura ogni giorno con le sue prove. Ma ragazzi quanto mi viene da ridere when I think of all the amenities that I have been asked. Love can not be measured, we can not outline, love is something you can only feel and my imagination goes beyond all possible, but no audience, does not include judges or commentators. It is a relationship that belongs only deeper intimacy of a mother and a son. But I assure you that when I look inside me feel something inexplicable and immense that one can never understand in its entirety and I am proud of him at every moment, in every breath. Of all the words, all the summary judgments, the grout in profusion, frankly already for quite a while 'I'll fuck and this is the only advice, and maybe just maybe, I would whisper with great humility to women and mothers to those who become
We know nothing and only try to make up, and then follow the patterns that other women and, alas, the men just as you suggest, supported by no one knows what unquestionable truth. The famous maternal instinct is a knife on the head that every woman has heard lie upon himself. If you're not shooting in a nano second, if you can not tune in con la tua creatura nell’arco di poche ore, non potrai fare a meno di sentirti la peggiore delle madri ed il tuo senso d’inadeguatezza inizierà a crescere.
Io ho sperimentato ogni sfumatura di questo inizio e di tutti i passaggi successivi, quindi so di che si parla.
Nel corso di questi quindici anni mi sono stati rivolti i pensieri e le frasi più assurde e ridicole che le mie orecchie abbiano mai sentito pronunciare. Della serie:” Ho sentito cose che voi umani non potete neanche immaginare”. Forse proprio perché il carico delle aspettative sociale nei confronti “ dell’essere madre” è così alto che nessuno pensa mai alla splendida possibilità di poter tacere.
Non mi è stato spared nothing, absolutely nothing of what was passing in the minds of people.
some reason to feel great words all parents, even those who may not be parent. And everyone feels entitled to get in the chair and pedantic phrases shoot at random. I
that of motherhood, day after day I developed my idea, I was the target of cutting off opinions, sometimes very cruel and I suffered a lot. However, although I stop to reflect, I felt a deep sense of rebellion that led me to follow what I believed, trying to wipe out the cliches, unrealistic models and focus on what I believe and where I felt appropriate to us. It 'was hard, as is every way that does not follow the groove track already, but I must hit, I cashed the shots and went ahead. Perhaps not wanting to, every mother is stoic in his own way and I have been pursuing my model and that of others.
do not know if I was and am a good mother, here the only one who could speak and express his opinion is my son, but one thing is certain, and that's what I report here as my witness: being myself, so my mother to be following what my nature, my life, my story of a woman and her daughter take me to express is the only way in which it is possible for me to be a mother. Build a life is the ultimate expression of creativity that a woman has the opportunity to experience during its existence, and yet, in the contradiction inherent in human folly, even in the most wonderful opportunity of being that is just motherhood, all trapped in cold and tried to close prisons.
As if women were equal and all the children as well. Simply absurd and inhuman.
There are basic rules, this is obvious, but understanding the proper way, every woman should feel free to develop its role as a mother as his inclinations and allow her to hear. Needless however kidding, is not so and groped to pursue this objective is the company more difficult than I had to face. But I resisted tenaciously and with my son I made our relationship, we and nobody else.
I never believed in the sense of cancellation, I never put in a corner
'M' Cristina ', I have not forgotten who I was, what were my goals and my wishes in person before a mother. I did not because I always thought that my son was a sacred right to have a mother happy and serene. Which of my sacrifice, my sacrifices, my dissatisfaction would have done without if they had behaved, as I often see people who behave in applications, the result of having to suffer a hysterical mother, dissatisfied, unhappy and frustrated.
I wanted and I want to give him as much as I can, the joy of a happy mom, happy, pleased with himself and his social and emotional life. This behavior, imagined and still think, would have made more free and less pressured by my expectations or my proiezioni.Ci are successful? And who knows? The life you know it puts a strain on human and I am as I like to remember, but I put it all and he knows it. And yes, because among other wacky ideas that I'm fair, there is the will, this stubborn, to have with him a real, sincere, not focused on the syndrome of the super mom or super son so that is not realistic and by the way can result in irreparable damage to his future di uomo. Io sono io, limiti e pregi e lui e lui, limiti e pregi. Nessuna sovrastruttura, possibilmente nessun modello da imitare, ma solo il nostro essere prima di tutto persone e poi madre e figlio, nel rispetto quanto più profondo ed auspicabile di sentirci liberi, di rispettare reciprocamente pensieri e sentimenti. A volte è facile, altre lo è un po’ meno, ma siamo in progress, ed allora ogni giorno ci guardiamo negli occhi, mettiamo vicini vicini i nostri cuori ed insieme aggiustiamo la rotta. In fondo stiamo crescendo insieme e sperimentiamo traiettorie mai solcate. Io nel frattempo ho 44 anni e lui 15, siamo due persone diverse da quando ci siamo incontrati e la vita ci misura ogni giorno con le sue prove. Ma ragazzi quanto mi viene da ridere when I think of all the amenities that I have been asked. Love can not be measured, we can not outline, love is something you can only feel and my imagination goes beyond all possible, but no audience, does not include judges or commentators. It is a relationship that belongs only deeper intimacy of a mother and a son. But I assure you that when I look inside me feel something inexplicable and immense that one can never understand in its entirety and I am proud of him at every moment, in every breath. Of all the words, all the summary judgments, the grout in profusion, frankly already for quite a while 'I'll fuck and this is the only advice, and maybe just maybe, I would whisper with great humility to women and mothers to those who become
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