Monday, August 22, 2016

Being human

Living those days I am afraid to give the crayons box to my son because I am so in love with the White Walls...
Days that I prefer not to have "little guests" in the house because I fear tumtum tantrums on sharing his toys...

I confess I am often afraid of my son's occasional slapping, of me or others, not of how much it hurts (I know he does not wish to hurt) but of what it creates in me...
This "out of herself", "angry mother" that, deep inside... Is just insecure and wants her child to be perfect - I am dropping that, we are all healing you know?

My son is not perfect.
He is, perfectly imperfect. Just like me.
Just like you.

My son has screaming sessions, and Kicking practice around the furniture, sometimes. My son says "I don't want to breathe out!! No yoga!! Don't be happy! Cause I am sad..." my son complains some days, non stop complaining. It happens.

But I have days like that too, days I prefer coffee to yoga; days I wake up cranky and don't want to smile. Days I feel heavy and get upset for nothing; days I have aches and pains and I want to play the victim; days I don't want to talk, or eat soup, or wear my jacket.

But my life is so much more than that! My son is so much more! And that is why I write here, that's why I want to collect his smiles, his hugs, his laughter.
I want to keep inside of me the hugs he gives other kids sometimes, and the gentle way he loves to talk to taxi drivers
"So they don't get scared and we don't have an accident, I speak gently... Really gen-te-ly... Mister driver... Can we go Avo's house? CASA, casa Avo."

:-D

My son? He is like a super hero, I like to think of him as the "super hearts"! He often comes to me, or to his father, just like that, out of the blue, and says 
"I have a heart for you" 
:-) He gives us these imaginary hearts, coming out of his imaginary pocket, full of real love, right on the heart chakra. 
Now that's a superpower! What is your child's?



Think about it... We are all the same.
Are we punishing children for being... Human?

#ommmmmmamma
#tumtumLife

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