Mommy, You Can Stop, But My Childhood Doesn’t my

Mom, you can stop, but my childhood doesn’t. I don’t need everything to be spotless, the food to be perfect, that you sacrifice your needs to indulge my whims. I want to jump in the puddles and stain my mud clothes, that’s what will help me grow.

I don’t need you to be the first one at the school door. No, Mom. I need you full, satisfied and happy. Not finished. I need you to have your moments, to tell me you love me, to squat down and give me a smile.

Tell me every day that you love me. It will be less than five seconds, but I’m sure I’ll remember that all my life, that it will feed me when I feel sad, when I’m not really excited on the hardest days. 

I also want you to help me understand that neither my mistakes nor my successes define me, that today I am one more person in this world and that, therefore, victories are part of a path of failure.

I need you to stop mom

I don’t want my shirt to be perfectly ironed, Mom. I want you to love her with hugs and make me feel that what we really care about is what we want and how beautiful our home is.

I don’t want you to look at me and think about the stains on my clothes. I want tickles, little penguin and butterfly kisses, secret nights, moments for you and me, meeting places, stories and games that are only ours.

I want to understand that what matters is not the games, but what I learn from them and the time we are together. I want to feel that you see me, understand me and that I can feel, speak and do with freedom.

I need my emotions to feel and look at you and have your approval even to make a mess. And don’t forget, Mom, that when I do something bad, that’s when I need you most.

Don’t distance yourself from me and don’t tell me I’m bad; remember that your words will ring inside me like an echo. Arm yourself with patience and take the time to explain to me that there are things that can hurt me or that can make others sad.

Really, Mom, in time I’ll understand everything, but I need you to stop and explain to me, to enjoy my childhood and hug me every day. That’s what will keep me on my feet when you’re not by my side giving me a hand. 

Be flexible and let me experiment, let me take care of you

Sometimes I haven’t even touched the vegetables, maybe I want to make you an omelet, beat the eggs with salt and enjoy the beautiful view from the bench standing on a chair. So I share your world and make it ours, like when you sit on the floor to play with me. How I love these moments!

Mom, be calm for a moment and think. I know it has a lot of work, but always know that you can stop, but my childhood is not. Come spend time with me, don’t want to control everything.

The most wonderful things in life aren’t planned, they happen. Because if you fail to keep your guard up, if you allow our dinner to be at 8:45 instead of 8:30, you’re teaching me that dirty dishes can wait.

We can curl up in bed, laugh and laugh, talk about our stuff, and have great times together that we’ll never forget. It really is your love that will help me to grow, it will make my childhood a wonderful stage.

However, if you don’t let me step in the mud or hunt for insects, if I don’t have the opportunity to tell you my secrets or stop the world from picking flowers for you, my childhood will lose much of its meaning and its magic.

Remember, Mom. No need to rush. I know you have a lot of work, but together we can make things so much easier and more fun. Let me cry, let me laugh, let me imagine and explore the world.

Don’t be afraid and don’t be tormented. Remember that with just a hug you will light up my sky, because for me there will be nothing sweeter and more cozy than feeling you close to me. You will help me to water more and more the roots that will make me part of the world.

Don’t forget every day that the only commitment you can’t miss is that of my childhood, as it is a trip with a single one-way ticket and no return ticket.