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Yesterday was the hardest day of my life! Yes! So it pains me never, nor in childhood, nor ever afterwards.

We are a younger Doneckoi walked, something made it home. Came home from school, Barbara, and later from the garden of the middle two. Everything was as always.

By evening, the girls somehow fell out, so I "barked" to calm down. In General, the usual story.

Came home from work husband, all reconciled, warmed (he does). Girls told him their little troubles, and resentment. And all at once forgotten. And again love, laughter, games.

Only the eldest, Varya, was all the time some very sad. Looked at me with sad eyes and as if something wanted to say.





"Cooking, you want to talk to me?" – I asked. "Yes, mom!".

We were in the room. Sit – silent. Only see her eyes fill with tears. "Tell me, daughter, do not be silent".

Cooking and say... "Mom, you know I love you... But now you were wrong... After all, I can say that you were wrong?" – "I Can, Cooking!".

"The girls had a fight, you said that we "quickly stopped and walked away from the kitchen", and never even asked what happened. And I asked them, so we helped them out. And they are spoiled. I was so upset! And so wanted you to hold me! And you got angry."

I hugged her daughter. "Forgive me, Barbara!".

And she kept saying. Said... that I never knew. What just didn't. Although it is believed that we have a close, trusting relationship.

She spoke as if splashed all that accumulated over the years in her gentle soul, all the pain that I, the mother, loving her madly, she was stabbed.

Said something about a duck, which long and carefully cut in five years and wanted to give me to please. And I scolded her for scattered everywhere, scraps of paper and glue on the floor. It turned out she still sleep with it under my pillow and was sad that they duck mom do not need.

Said that when Sonia was born, she too wanted to become a girl again. Because I spend all my time with the baby. I wanted her all the time took in hands and kissed in the head... And even began to try to "Lisp" "like kids"... And I told her sternly, "Not to grimace!".

Talked about how she was bullied at school, and she really wanted to talk to me, to complain. And I was busy with something and shrugged, "Later!".

How did beautiful work on the hack and raced home to give it to me, and I scolded her for three. And hack and left to wallow in the portfolio.

Said I was very good, but short-tempered. And she often gets to his second floor bed and imagines how it would be good if I was always calm, gentle. And dreams that we sat down as a family and gave pies. And let the whole kitchen will be in flour and dough, but what fun.

And her pain, when my dad and sometimes nonsense: "Because you are good, love each other... Never, never quarrel!".

And a lot of talking... And I sat and listened... And now I had tears rolling barrage.

"Mommy, you're not offended that I said that to you? I've always wanted, simply afraid to upset you! I went to the temple and all that stuff to God. Told you now, and I'm so relieved!".

No, my daughter, my darling, I'm not offended. It just hurts. It is sad that I so quickly forgot themselves in their childhood.

How I wept when working and busy parents had no time to listen to me. And I cried their woes plush dog BIM.

As six years old wanted to make a gift to the parents for the New year and glued cardboard house. Happily rushed to their room to give, and they had some problems and they escorted me, "Then! Go clean your room!". And as I wept in the arms of this house.

As I was crying over something, and I said, "Stop that now! This is nonsense!". But for me it wasn't nothing, okay?!

And I promised myself that with my children I will have everything differently. All! Different!

How do we, parents, all quickly forget! What important, smart, strict. How callous! And how we hurt our children the same things hurt us sometimes, our parents – randomly, without thinking. Why do we cease to understand something that is not important to us, it may be important to our children? Why can't we hear them?

Barbara, honey! You've grown! You for ten years! You already see me as "beautiful world", you see a mom kids. You see me for who I am, flaws and all! Thank you for that! Now I need to learn to be a mom of adult children.

I hear you! You helped me a lot! And I want you to know. You and your sister are the most beautiful that ever was and is in our dad's life. We want you to be happy. And lest there be more grounds for such talks.

We sat a long time with her daughter, embracing, telling each other about themselves... cried... All night bellowed.

Yes! It was the hardest day of my life. And at the same time beautiful! The day of new life, which I will try to HEAR you, my precious girl.

On the night I crossed them, kissed lobiki. "Forgive me, Barbara!" – I whispered the eldest. "Mommy, I love you so much!" she said through a dream.published

Author: Elena Kucherenko

 

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