What is in us (and among us)
A few years ago I followed a lady in a psychology consultation who, despite some adversities of life, did not want to fail to care for her son. I told me that every day, after going to school, I reserved an hour to be playing. She was a young and alone mother, with a bitter, little time available, a series of worries, but she kept this attention and safeguarding her whirlwind. This attitude sensitized me.
In the last days I had thought of this lady and the son. What will their own? Ten years have passed. The child today will be a young man, surely he will not want to play with his mother when he arrives from school. It will have other interests, new friends, different concerns. I hope you are following an easier way than your mother’s. This, to all trials, will add the challenge of having a teenage son. But their proximity and relationship between them must keep up and the moments that lived together will remain with them forever. They were not retained at that time, in that room or in those games. Time has passed, he flew, but those good times and especially what they represented for both, the bond they established, which was strengthened day after day in that precious interaction and sharing, will be forever. Not only in the form of dear memories, but also in what contributed to the development of the child as an entire person, with a safe internal base, which will give him confidence to face many of the challenges that will follow throughout his life. Regarding his mother, he took advantage of his son’s childhood, accompanied him and will have the tranquility of having done the best. Possibly remains attentive and available and will be responsible for the family that will grow from these solid roots.
In our country, the mindset of work and school for full time, of valuing professionals not for what they do, but for the hours that sit in front of a computer, from a school that drags on since the sun is born until it is put, endanger the valuable and unrecoverable moments between parents and children.
The quality relationship with each child is postponing day after day. And time flies and doesn’t go back. Families are forgotten in the midst of the demands of the running days. The welfare of each and the relationship between all fades. The replacement of affection and quality time is made by agendas and material goods. And the frenzy of the days and the demands that are imposed, behind each other, drag us away from what is really important.
As a home, children need solid foundations for healthy emotional development. The foundations are the safe and significant relationships we build and ensure that construction will be solid throughout life. But the cement that supports the house does not prepare in a concrete concrete within minutes, needs time, availability, affection, dedication and affection. Of those minutes of exclusivity when you get home. So that, in the face of a tremor of dirt, the house may falter, but the foundations are strong enough so that it does not collapse.
