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Tišina je precijenjena

Ponekada gotovo da vapimo za potpunim mukom. Smiješno je to koliko glasno možemo vikati, koliko nam čitavo tijelo urla preklinjući za mir i tišinu. Ratujemo za mir. Ima li t uopće smisla? Nekako sumnjam u to. Svi podignemo glas na svoju djecu kada zatrebamo mir i tišinu, i vječna isprika nam je to da mirno ne žele poslušati. S druge strane, jesmo li sigurni da naša djeca u trenutku kada smo odlučili viknuti nisu bila posve mirna. Definiramo li mir u stagnaciji tijela i odsutsvu emocija, ili možemo biti mirni u nadinamičnijem stanju?

Pitanje je jednostavno- da bi imali mir, trebamo li tišinu?

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Povjerenje djeci

Poznajem neku djecu. Neku nikada nisam uspjela upoznati. Ponekada mi dođe žao što nekoga tko bi mi trebao biti blizak nisam upoznala. Ne mislim da je to ičija krivica, jednostavno nekoga nikada ne upoznaš, koliko god vremena s njim/njom proveo. Neke upoznaš još izdaleka, dok ti dolaze u susret, i siguran si već onda da će promijeniti tvoj život. Ako ne čitav, onda sigurno neke važne dijelove života.

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Zagrljaja nikada dosta

Nošenje djece prirodna je potreba roditelja. Blizina voljene osobe i zagrljaj esencijalna su potreba svih nas, koliko god veliki ili mali bili. Zagrljaja i blizine nikada nije dosta i to je divna stvar od koje ne treba bježati. Pogotovo kada se radi o malenom biću kao što je vaša beba. No biti zagrljen s nekim tko može stajati na svoje dvije noge i biti zagrljen s nemoćnom mrvicom poput bebe posve su dva drugačija zagrljaja ako pitamo naše tijelo.

Iako jedno novorođenče, odnosno mala beba nema više od 5-6 kilograma, ti kilogrami iz dana u dan se povećavaju i roditeljskom zagrljaju predstavljaju teret kao da nose malog slonića, a ne ljudsku bebu. A oboje volite biti blizu i zagrljeni, te su ti trenutci vrlo često najdivniji i najmirniji trenutci. I onda smo jako sretni što imamo PixieKid©.

What should I do?

There’s something he and I have. Sort of understanding and attachment one to another , that is difficult to understand observing sideways. He is not little at all, though his age is forcing him to be. He struggles with that force, so his interpretation of it is ever so tiresome. Not to me. He and I are second to all the first before us. His unspeakably pure blue eyes are excessively similar to the dark ones I have, probably because they see the same way. Because they are always looking second before first. And sometimes I feel so guilty, for the closeness of our two beings, for I resist my common sense as his guardian in the school of life, and against all my spirit urging, I encourage him to adopt his heart to the first ones, absolutely convinced that there is where he will never belong.

What should I do? What should I do, I keep asking myself, sometimes spontaneously out loud. And my dark eyes then drop his tears, pretending they are not lost. I would weep those lost tears, so they die a million times on my cheeks, rather than see them gather under his eye. But what should I do?

 

Kitchening - a parenting kitchen time

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I’m a vegetarian. My three boys are not. Neither is our dog. Never the less, I love to cook for them. Never the less, they like to cook for me. And all around, we all spend a lot of time in our kitchen. Kitchening.  Most of my girlfriends are not as lucky to have their hubbys , heaven forbid kids, taking care of the daily meals, so it is my presumption they are kitchening a lot more than I do. 

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She would have loved me before

Once, a long long time ago, maybe a lives before this one…before I knew how the clouds are made and why is the sea blue…Before, way before that I almost don’t remember when…Before, so missed like it was gone yesterday.

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