The first monday of the year is here and holidays are gone.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I have almost forgotten how it was to have a morning for myself after all the struggle with the schedules, the breakfast that nobody wants, and running out to school.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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I remember those months when time was slow, and even if everything was new and exiting, things had this deafening magic: my muscles, my nose, my brain were into this intense mist of overwhelming, instinctive and painful love. I was obsessed with my baby, adicted to her, I couldn’t stop looking at her, and even knowing that time goes fast, deep in my brain I had this comforting idea that I was absorbing it all.
But time is a tyrant and suddenly I realized my baby was already eating
solids and as soon as I realized that, she was learning a new
language, going to school, even running like an adult some
days.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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At the end, we are all here to grow up.
We, as parents, have the doble homework of developing ourselves as
individuals, but also, developing our parenthood. We learn how to be
parents as we do it. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
It’s hard to say we should enjoy
everyday when we know that, for sure, not everyday is enjoyable. We
have to teach that to our children and in the meantime, learn how to
enjoy the terrible job of teaching a little kid that time is a tyrant
and suddenly, it is gone.
