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Impressed voices one after another from mothers who are worried about raising children!Poetry that snuggles up to the heart tired of childcare
Parenting isn't just fun.
There are many things to worry about, and when you need help, you may not get enough support from your family and those around you.
Children are cute, but moms are also “persons” before being mothers.
I feel stressed, mentally cornered, and want to run away.
When you're tired of parenting, when you're tired, when you're depressed, please read this poem and reset your mind.
when I was single
i like heel shoes
I didn't like drinking, but I liked the fun atmosphere of drinking places with friends.
My favorite music is Miss Chill, I always put it in my Walkman and listened to it whenever I wanted
I also liked reading books slowly on the train.
Take a half bath in the bath
I used to go to the hairdresser once every two months.
I also liked wearing makeup.
I liked going to the cinema alone
buy trending magazines
listen to popular songs
wearing fashionable clothes
I went to popular places whenever I wanted.
I am now
wearing muddy sneakers
A large bag containing a change of clothes and diapers for the children is slung over the shoulder.
without proper makeup
tie one's hair
every day
I hold the hands of the children and go for a walk in the park.
The song I listened to changed from My Child to Anpanman March.
I'm looking at fashion magazines
It changed to a child's mother and child handbook and a letter from kindergarten.
what i'm thinking
today's dinner menu
Checking the flow of snacks, baths, and dinner after my eldest daughter came back from kindergarten.
Whether the laundry will dry in today's weather
I wonder if the eldest daughter's excursion tomorrow will be fine.
Because I got angry yesterday at my eldest son, who has been fussy when he gets sleepy lately.
Let me go to bed early today.
Let's not get angry today and have a good night.
That kind of thing.
Because there is a daily life that draws near like being washed away every day
A neatly tidy room
On nights when I can sleep sprawled until morning
Mascara that can be applied slowly
I can't remember anymore.
Yes.
because i can't remember
we forget about it.
this everyday
That it doesn't last forever.
When you can slowly take a bath by yourself
I face you in the bathtub and count the number
your soft voice
i will remember
When I can roll over as much as I want and sleep alone
No matter how far I lie down, your warmth is not next to me
i will look for
If you can play as many CDs of your favorite music as you like
Remembering your laughter that was overflowing in this room
i will cry
If you can spend as much time as you want on your makeup
pull my clothes
Climb on your knees
Remember that little hand of yours that interferes with everything I do
i will cry
When you can wear heels as much as you like
I run around chasing after you who is laughing
Remembering that sky where we played covered in mud
i will cry
When the days come when I only do the laundry for myself and my dad
Sand-covered socks
Even the pants that failed to pee
The shirt that turned the milk upside down
I know it's not in the laundry basket
i will cry
When the day comes to vacuum your room without the sound of your footsteps
Spills of shattered biscuits
small toy parts
I know your fine soft hair hasn't fallen out
i will cry
do what you like alone
whenever you like
When I can do as much as I want
Call me "Mama" "Mama" at any time
I remember you looking for me at all times
i will cry
I wonder how long it will be
I wonder how long you'll stay here
And
while thinking about that
It's over again today.
Because our daily life is "now" when children are by our side
The moment I became alone away from my child felt special
I savor the joy of being able to enjoy what I like, but
But when I think about my life
What's special
Actually This everyday person who lives on the side of the child.
But we forget it.
Somehow I spend my days under the illusion that it will last forever
In this day when it seems difficult
that countless dear things are scattered about
we will know someday
children
From birth to today
for mom and dad
For using your whole body to scatter your memories
We will find out as we go.
mom's day
Every day I can be a mom.
until the end of this life
No matter how far away I am from my children, I will continue to think about them, worry about them, and love them.
But the day when I can be "mama" by my children's side
how short
Someday you will remember
today you
Turn around with a carefree smile
Say "Mama!"
Open your arms and jump over here.
something to forget
definitely.
definitely.
Yesterday when you cut your bangs too short and laughed.
The day when I got angry at you and cried myself.
The night you laughed at your sleeping position.
The whiteness of the white clover you picked.
You allowed me
Every day you're here
I will never forget
i like mistletoe too
I learned to be moved by E-TV songs
i like heels too
I fell in love with the comfort of sneakers
myself was the most important thing
to me
To the children who taught me that there are things in this world that are more important than my own life
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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<New: March 2023>
I am an elderly mother raising an 8-year-old boy.His son calls him Kaka.
A few years ago, I really wanted a second child and tried really hard to have one.
Still, the results did not come true.
I still feel a sense of unease when I hear the expression ``children'' around me.
However, right now, I get irritated by the slightest harsh words or broken promises from my child...I ignore them, or even though I use polite words, I argue with them to the point where my son can't even reply.
As a result, my son continues to cry silently without making a sound, and there are many days when he falls asleep without eating dinner.
I looked at my son sleeping and said to him the next morning, ``Kaka, please hold me.'' ” “I love Kaka. When I saw my son hugging me, I couldn't help but feel so guilty.
``I'm sure (I) was like this, that's why the second person didn't come...''
I read this poem as these days continued.
While reading it, I was able to reaffirm that even though I am like this, my husband and son are irreplaceable and that I love them as much as I can, and I cried, even though it was a shame.
I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience and erroneous writing.
Thank you very much again.
Mr. Kaka, thank you for your letter.
Just as Kaka-san read this poem and it touched my heart, so too did I feel when I read Kaka-san's letter.
Like Kaka, I am also a mother of an 8-year-old child (she is a girl).Even if you know it in your head, it doesn't always go the way you want it to, and you live with regrets about something every day.
Even if you think about it and understand it, even if there is an answer, most of the time you won't be able to act on it.This was correct!If this is what raising a child is all about, are mothers all over the world worried about it for years or even decades and raising their children in this way?Raising children ends without knowing that.
If so, what should we learn from raising children?
I'm sure there is no answer to that question.
Looking back over these eight years, I think there were times when I was wrong, and times when I was right.
What I want to say is that I think what's important is the words and expressions that add extra.
When you get too angry, try to ``word'' what you're feeling, even if it's not something bad, such as ``I'm sorry I said too much,'' or ``I think of you like ____.''Express yourself by hugging me a lot.This is what I always keep in mind.
we are humans.Sometimes you make mistakes.In that case, I think it's okay to tell them that too.
Even moms can't live a perfect life.
I feel sad about this, but I can't fix it completely, so I want to raise my child the way I believe in and make my child feel at ease.When they grow up, I want them to feel loved and loved.
That's how I started to think.
So Kaka doesn't need to blame himself.He spends every day with his son and cares for him every day.That alone shows that she's trying her best, and it's not her fault.
Instead, praise yourself for being able to spend time with your child safely every day.
I'm sure your son is happy to see you as a mom like that.
This is my second post.
Last year, my only son, who entered the first grade of elementary school, was constantly being bullied by the children in his class, and he received advice and encouragement from us.
Although we were not able to reach a fundamental solution, I started a new class in my second year and worked hard to go to school every day.
Meanwhile, 10 days ago, I was riding home with my son on the back of my bicycle in the evening when I was hit by a car.
When I opened my eyes, the neighbors asked my son, ``Can I walk?'' and my son ran to show me.
I was taken to the hospital, thinking that my son would survive.
I hit my head so hard that the surgery could have killed me or caused me to lose my memory, but I survived.
It had a face, hands, and feet.
My son survived without any injuries.
As I was about to have an accident, I thought to myself, ``I definitely don't want this to hit a child.''
I couldn't stop crying because I was able to protect my only son, whom I had raised with great care.
My son was a mother's boy and was so happy every day.He is a son who blames himself for the accident, cries and attacks himself every day, saying, ``I should have died.''
I tell them, ``You are your mother's child, so do your best no matter what. You will come back healthy. We will be together every day during summer vacation.''
Even if a person is alive, he or she may suddenly encounter an accident, illness, or disaster.
Still, I will live my life to the best of my ability, day by day.
I'm really happy that I was able to protect my son and still be alive.
I cry with joy every day.
Raising children is not without its challenges, but I pray every day that your cute children will find much happiness.
Rosalie was really nice.We are really glad that you sent us this letter despite the serious accident.
I'm sure he still suffers from pain and the after-effects of the accident, but I'm sure he's doing his best every day with the support of his family.
It's true that there are many unexpected things in life.
Even if we live a normal day, we have endless worries, and we fight and hurt each other over trivial things.Even though we know in our heads how happy it is to be ordinary, we forget to be grateful for the small things because we feel like this difficult and repetitive daily life will continue forever. .
Rosalie saved her son from a serious accident.Her mother is really strong.
Your bond will be much stronger than before the accident, and I'm sure you'll become a wonderful family that cares for each other and is grateful for each day.I, too, have to spend each day being grateful for the fact that I am able to live a normal but healthy and energetic life.
We are praying for Rosalie's recovery.
And finally, thanks so much.
Our fourth child will be born soon.
I don't always have the courage to be mentally strong, so I end up getting too harsh with my older children, or I say things too strongly to my husband, which I regret every night.
I'm starting to feel particularly harsh towards my eldest son, and I know I shouldn't compare him to other children, but why can't I understand this?Everyone at the nursery school told me that I could do it, and if I wasn't motivated, I should quit.
He's only 4 years old and he's doing his best as an eldest son, and I think there are times when I make him feel lonely and make him put up with it, but I don't know how to interact with him because he's so harsh on me.
I hate it when my eldest son cries that he doesn't want to study, and I tell him that he's the one who will be in trouble if he doesn't study.
It's hard to compare yourself to others, and it's hard for me to tell you to be strong because you're my older brother.
I'm the eldest daughter myself, and I shouldn't have hated it when people told me that I was a big sister, but every day I feel sorry for saying that to my own child.
It's even more painful to see my mom smiling and hugging me.I would appreciate any advice on how I can better interact with my eldest son.
Yun-san, thank you for your letter.
I feel that Yun must be a very strong person to have children and become a mother of four in all.I have my hands full with just one child... (lol)
I think that the more children you have, the more likely you are to blame your children for things that don't go as planned in your daily life.But even when that time comes, Yun has the breadth of heart to say, ``I'm sorry.''
It is difficult to decide how much it is appropriate to scold a child who is now able to communicate, and how far to teach them.
I also have a child who is almost 4 years old, but he is not making any progress in potty training, and no matter how hard I try to do it at home, it doesn't work, and it is causing stress for both parent and child.However, it is a necessary process for children to grow up, and parents tend to say, ``I want them to be able to do it,'' so it hits home hard.
I feel that it is very difficult to maintain that balance every day if I don't have the luxury of being able to do so.
Regarding ``How can I interact with my children effectively?'', don't you think, ``I have to deal with my children!'' too?
Maybe he'll get interested in toy training even if I don't put in the effort, and he'll become able to do it naturally as he grows up.
I'm sure Yun's children have other things they're more interested in than studying at this point in time.
I'm sure that no matter how hard you try to instill in them at that time, they'll probably start saying "I don't want to do it" and end up stressing out both of you.
Even so, when you find yourself comparing yourself to other children or thinking, ``It might be bad if I'm not good enough,'' the day will come when you will focus on the days when you don't feel tired and focus on your child. I think it's good.
I feel that Yun-san, who is strong, will become even stronger if she can have the courage not to make study time instead of having to make time for it.
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From the LICO official blog "Magical parenting method that calms children's hearts"
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Mom with 7 year old daughter and 5 and 3 year old sons
