I owe my son a debt to me for raising him.

The question is quite rhetorical. What a child should parentsWhen will they get old? Well, clearly, decent care and respect. So we are brought up from childhood, so our conscience tells us, and in general, what is there, in fact, to talk about? But life sometimes throws out such knees that it will not work out to answer unequivocally on the move.



What if your parents have caused you psychological trauma since childhood? Or if there was no sympathy from them? There are worse stories. One of them we want to share with you today. Perhaps she will make someone think or even revise their life guidelines.

When I was little, my grandmother was engaged in my upbringing. My parents worked long hours, so there were no other options. A little girl who wanted to play was forced to spend her childhood under the strict supervision of an older woman. No toys, no girlfriends. Fresh air only under the supervision of the grandmother and a maximum of several hours a day.



When I got to school, in first grade, I wasn’t socialized. Yeah, I could read and write a little. I already knew the numbers to a hundred, or perhaps even a thousand. But that's it. I have never been able to make friends with children. My classmates thought I was too weird, introverted and slow. Now I realize it was all my fault. behavior.

Essentially, I was a little grandmother who wouldn't let her peers run in the hallway, constantly grumbled, and just sniffed at the teacher. But I couldn't do anything else. The “rightness” was my essence. By behavior, I was put as an example, but the grades normalized quite quickly, and from a strong A.D. I turned into a good girl.



It was only in high school that I got a girlfriend. She, too, was an outcast, but she had her own reasons: poverty and drinking parents. I just started talking to my mom about my grandmother. And then I realized that she was scared of her too. A daughter who was afraid of her mother as an adult is so sweet.

When I turned 20, my father left us. I couldn't stand the weather in the house. I apologized very much to me, but I seemed to understand the reason for his departure. My mother became more and more like my grandmother. Constant reproach, edification and discontent will drive anyone. I, in turn, found a young man and moved to a rented apartment.

Grandma started. dementia. My mother always remembered my father with the last words and often cried. She didn’t have time to take care of her grandmother at the same time. So I became the nurse. Can you imagine what it's like to take care of a man who, in his own mind, abused you? And then she became completely unbearable.



Without ever calling me by name, she spit on food, made a real dumpster in the room, shouted over the wall to her neighbors that some people broke in. I simply did not have time for my personal life, and my nerves began to play tricks. The young man we lived with for a long time just left. And I stayed the same. curious.

I am now, so to speak, in adulthood. And you know, I understand my grandmother very well. I remember this woman with respect and light sadness. You see, I raised my son by myself. The man in my life never showed up. And I decided that my child should be raised so that from an early age he understood how rotten this world is.

Look at what's happening today. The news is constantly about all the negativity. Children can no longer be left alone on the street. The students, I know, were always very cruel. But now it's a new level. They film other people's humiliations on their mobile phones. Is that what you have to be unkind about?



But we went to a good school, I spared no money and enrolled Andrew in the section on piano and English. Yeah, maybe it's hard, but then he'll thank me. We're doing lessons together. Preparing for the Olympics. Funny to say, other parents don't even remember elementary school programs. I can always help.

This may sound tough, but I think my son owes me. Not now, of course, but essentially. I gave my whole life to make him feel better. Raising a child alone is hard. Very hard. But we leave descendants behind, so that there, in old age, it is not shameful. And to give someone a glass of water.

I don't go on vacation, I don't date men, I don't make girlfriends. Why is it necessary when the meaning of life is this? Growing up, getting smarter, gaining strength. I am still quite young and will not, like my grandmother, spray on all irrelevant nonsense. Of course, a little freedom for a child needs to be cut. But is doing all sorts of nonsense like learning something new and useful?



I think not. I also teach my son that the most important person in his life is his mother. I gave birth to him, I raise him and give him a ticket to life. Let friends appear in his life when he grows up. They're not friends yet, right, classmates. But in my old age, a child duty I am being held in normal conditions.

Otherwise, I don’t understand, why do we need all this? We spend the best years of our lives on children. We give everything in return for feeling at least some semblance of comfort in old age. Pension? Don't make me laugh. And I have confidence in my son. I raised him a good boy. He will never forget his mother and support her in the most difficult times.