My little monsters. Weekend engagement. Week 245

When I was still young and looking to have children I always wanted it to be an adorable and beautiful girl, however, in my dreams covered in anxiety, the protagonist always turned out to be a boy white as milk and sweet as a candy.

I think that was the closest experience I've had of motherhood, because as you know, I didn't arrive in time in the line for the storks, and the crying baby never came.

But do I really like or don't I like children?

I think that to be honest, I was not very interested in being a young mother,and I was not willing to sacrifice some goals to bring forward the arrival of a baby, of course, I took care of that when I established priorities...perhaps I did not understand the concept of motherhood very well, because things have their time, and I felt that I was not yet prepared to have to deal with a little piece of meat that could barely be held, that cried for no apparent reason - trying all the time to understand the reason for so much crying -, that every her diaper had to be changed for half an hour, and just watching how he sucked on made both circumferences of my chest hurt...not to mention the bad nights that were waiting for us.

So just thinking about that, I was ready to postpone and postpone the arrival of a baby out of pure panic.

I also confess that I don't have much patience to deal with the most hyperactive ones and because of the stories that have happened to me -without wanting you to think that I am unfair-, I have also thought about the horrible things that I freed myself from...🙃

One time I met a co-worker at a medical center, she had just left the consultation accompanied by her grandson, the boy was no older than 6 years old but he was obviously crazy to get out of there, it didn't take more than a few minutes just to greet her and the boy rushed at me like a bull to knock me down with a single push, except that my reflexes were more active than his, and the poor guy crashed directly into the floor, I remember that his grandmother barely noticed him. I scolded, but the fury in his gaze because I evaded the blow scared the world out of me.... Can a child of that age feel a feeling as disastrous as the hatred he projected at me in his gaze?

On another occasion I was visiting a friend, very quickly because she was just picking up an order, and her 8-year-old boy was playing with a very hard rubber bracelet that bent when you put it on your arm suddenly and when you opened it it stayed in a straight line... well, what did the boy do? He became infatuated with testing the handle on my hand by snapping it so that it would close on my wrist and it certainly looked like a strong whip like a soldier's belt... there the brawl between the child and my hands began without the mother responding correctly to the situation, I don't know how many times I counted to a thousand while I managed to escape from the child and his tribulations... oh boy!

But I can't say that I have only had bad experiences, and that my feelings about children are negative because I also cherish the memory of two girls who overcame my coldness or my indifference...

The first of them was with a girl who a co-worker brought to do a favor for her neighbor who had a family problem, and she spent several days going with her to my office.The girl approached me very shyly and observed everything I did and with supreme intelligence and sweetness she began to talk to me about her things, her school and what she liked most... I ended up escaping with her into the corners drawing princesses, rhinos, and a boa with an elephant on her back. interior... I would love to see her again... I fell in love with that girl.

The other girl was a little girl of 5 years old, my husband's youngest daughter, and I think it was certainly love at first sight because she seemed like a little dog following me around the house and talking like a parrot about everything that came into her mind...she never forgot a single story I told her and the many riddles I taught her...she is a beautiful young woman today and more than what we always do when we see each other in the distance is laugh and love each other well.

Although I can't deny that I connect better with girls...😅

Children will only be the reflection of their parents' education, their values, their behavior, their feelings, their attitude. The child only wants to play and understand the world, because today's game will be tomorrow's truth, and yesterday's hatred will be the marked scar that will not let him and those who are willing to love him be happy.

This is my entry for weekend commitments. Do you like children or not? Explain it any way. Use your own photos.