One more day we bring you yours mothers stories, this time with a mother who tells us in a fun way how she manages to raise her little ones, Unax and Nora, with love and a sense of humor.
A mother with doubts, with worries, burdens and without time, in which many of us will be reflected. A mother who struggles to be the best, a supermam, and surely she almost always succeeds, even though she feels guilty because she thinks it could be better.
But if, as he tells us, he does everything possible to make his family happy, we do not doubt that he is a supermam. I leave you with your story.
Let's talk about my soletes. My one-year-old solete is called Unax and is loving and very friendly. My 4-year-old girl is a whirlwind who is never hungry, likes to "find" her clothes and who wants to be a "tattooist" when she grows up. His favorite word is "I love you" and the second favorite "No." It's called No-ra ... hahahaha. And my third solete, the largest (38) and radiant, Juanjo.Raising with love and a sense of humor (and also common) is our only weapon against stress and lack of time. I was happy before they appeared in my life and I am now too. I love my children and it will always be that way, for a lifetime. I am very impressed by this word because now almost nothing is for a lifetime. Everything tends to be outdated.
I am a mother and when I can, woman-person. It was hard for me to decide to be one and although I do not regret it during moments of existential crisis, I tell myself that who would send me into this scrub. Because it is a scrubbing, a responsibility - for all my life and that of future generations - so great that it sometimes overwhelms and that the system in which we live does not allow us to “reconcile” with the lifestyle that marks us.Working, living, raising and loving are almost never compatible, there is always something you leave aside and is usually "one" because the rest seems essential and sometimes it is. I regularly read your blog and the stories of mothers who move me but I never hear any voice that says:
- "Hey!! I'm here, I'm overwhelmed. What is it that I am behind this mustache that I have not shaved for a month because I do not have time to look in the mirror, which, searching in the storage room, I found myself in a corner with my libido. He told me he doesn't come home if I don't make a hole in his bed… ”
The worst comes when I read other blogs of mothers, who live for and for their children 24 hours, who make them games, crafts, blogs, behavior tables like those of the super nani, which even some educate at home….I feel so guilty of not being able to do the same with my children! Guilty of not carrying to the end the commitment of full parenting that every mother acquires when giving birth.
But I want to publicly shout that I am not a Super-mom, and that I do not want to be, nor die "depre" in the attempt. That I am just as a good mother of a tit or not, work 8 hours or not, make colecho or not, of pots or fruits ... I know that I do everything in my power to be happy and today we have achieved it between everybody.
Anyway, what a relief! I will continue with my upbringing to infinity and beyond!
I want to thank my mother-in-law and especially my mother for getting where I can't. I love you.
We thank the mother of Nora and Unax who shared their story with our readers and we encourage other mothers to send us theirs.
To see your stories of mothers on the blog You must write a story of between 5 and 8 paragraphs and send it during the month of May to [email protected] accompanied by a photo of the mother (min 500 pix wide) with her son or children.
