Today I have a nostalgic day. I have realized that my child already knows how to dress alone, button up her teeth, clean her teeth, sleep all night in her bed and take on her role as an older sister.
In short, that is getting older while his parents tried to assimilate it with a mixture of surprise and nostalgia.
When I was younger, my feeling was stronger, probably because she was the first and I first.
The day he took his first steps and leaving the diaper, it will sound exaggerated but I felt a great emptiness when I realized that a stage that would never return would end. She was becoming an older girl, she would never be a baby again, and that distressed me a lot.
But of course, we also grow as parents. Now, as a mother of two and somewhat more experienced, it doesn't happen so much anymore but it is inevitable to have that feeling found. On the one hand, of joy because they grow up healthy and happy, but on the other, of nostalgia because the chick leaves the shell to discover the world on its own.
Seeing my girls grow so quickly, I am faced with a great dilemma as a "spoiling" mother that I am. Learn to recognize the limit between protection and overprotection.
Overprotecting is allowing that nostalgia to invade us so much that we end up drowning them. Watching children grow is the prettiest thing there is, but by overprotecting them we don't let them grow freely. We believe that we are doing them good, but it is not so. The good is to allow them to discover the world through their own eyes, not ours.
Instead, protecting them is to accompany them in their growth. Educate them, prop them up, but let them live their own experiences, even if they are wrong, fall or become frustrated; That is also growing.
As will happen to many parents, we all want our little ones to always remain "our babies", but we have to assume that each stage of children's lives has its own charm and they are all wonderful. That behind a perious stage like that of a baby, comes a different one, but equally beautiful.
Now, with three and a half years, my little girl has become my best companion. We share games, shopping, laughs, take care of the little girl together and we have established a magical relationship in which one knows that she can count on the other for whatever.
I hope it will be that way for a lifetime, surely yes, since the seeds planted in childhood are the ones that later bear fruit.
