Carta a mis hijos, perdónenme.
As a mother, I am continually in activism, running from here to there, food, cleaning; dressing, bathing, changing diapers, and now in school period, doing homework. Some days are more active than others and in the middle of them sometimes I get desperate, lose my patience and get anxious, I want the children to keep up with me and do everything quickly, pick up toys from the floor, do homework, even during their trips to the bathroom I tell them: "hurry up son/daughter, I don't have time".
Me he dado cuenta que en el afán, en el furor del momento, termino frustrando a los niños y haciéndolos sentir mal por qué no hacen las cosas con la prisa que yo espero. Asi, que durante uno de estos momentos supe, que debía pedirles perdón, porque mi actitud no era la adecuada con ellos, mientras se esforzaban por hacer todo, yo solo seguía impaciente apurandolos.
I have realized that in the eagerness, in the rush of the moment, I end up frustrating the children and making them feel bad because they don't do things as fast as I expect them to. So, during one of these moments I knew, I had to ask for their forgiveness, because my attitude was not the right one with them, while they were struggling to do everything, I just kept impatiently rushing them.
En ese entonces, respire, silencie mis pensamientos, los abrace y les dije: "perdónenme hijitos, mami está un poco impaciente porque tiene muchas cosas que hacer, pero no debe tratarlos así, los amo 💋 " ellos se quedaron viéndome, solo sonrieron, así como queriendo decir: "no entiendo" y se me ocurrió una idea, escribirles cartas para cuando puedan leer sepan de qué mami les hablaba de pequeños. Descubri entonces que me gusta escribirlas, parece que me estuviera viendo en tercera persona, apresurandolos, cuando claramente todo tiene su tiempo, eso me llena de amor y paciencia para la siguiente jornada. Escribirlas es como regresar el pedazo de la pelicula que no entendiste y finalmente entender.
At that time, I breathed, silenced my thoughts, hugged them and told them: "forgive me little children, mommy is a little impatient because she has many things to do, but she shouldn't treat you like that, I love you 💋 " they kept looking at me, they just smiled, as if they wanted to say: "I don't understand" And I came up with an idea, to write them letters so when they can read they know what mommy was talking to them about when they were little. I discovered then that I like to write them, it seems that I am seeing myself in third person, hurrying them, when clearly everything has its time, that fills me with love and patience for the next day. Writing them is like going back to the part of the movie you didn't understand and finally understand.
Likewise, when I ask for their forgiveness, I show them that the way I am acting is not right and that will help them to recognize that no one should behave that way with them and at the same time that they should not behave that way with anyone, I always want my children to learn good things, but I take for granted that they will learn them, in these moments is where I realize that I must teach them, because there is nothing better than the example of that good thing I want to transmit to them, good acts as a teaching.
Con cariño, Jeny.
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