Priceless child’s love
An emotional article was written by a child’s point of view.An author from Bosnia has made an extraordinary emotional article to show the mothers around the world what truly matters to their kids.Jovana Keshanski wrote a column for the website “Lola” in which she notes that the kids don’t need money, expensive toys, vacations… but they need only the love they get from their happy and joyous mother. We can see how simple child’s love is.
Dear mother, don’t do that
You are my mother. You carried me inside for nine months, took care of what you ate, how you breathe, where you go, on which side you sleep, who do you listen to, and who you avoid.You tried more than ever, to be happy even when you felt like crying, for me to feel that happiness. You trembled every time when the doctor passed over your belly and saw my little heart beating on the screen.Went through the shops a thousand times, while buying early from the fifth month what I am going to wear when we finally meet. You got used to your new enlarged body. To the slow motions. To the heavy breathing. You caressed me and spoke to me. Your hand got detached to your belly.
And you brought me into this world, strong like never before, more beautiful than ever, more brave than ever, wonderful, the prettiest, good, the best, my mother.I see you today. You do the same things over again. Trying to be the best, you try so hard that I can see you burn from the desire to be, the best. You pull the strength out of your body like it’s the last thing you’ll do and I won’t need you anymore. You’ll get tire, brake down, get sad, start hating yourself because you feel you’re failing.
You’re too harsh neglecting yourself because of me. So many times you smile on purpose, but I know you cry inside you and feel like giving up on everything. I can see it in your eyes. I feel it through your touch, you can’t fool me.Be true to your feelings, because if you avoid feeling, they will brake you down before you know it. Who would then know what to do to help you?Go to the hairdresser, go out for a coffee, go for a walk, buy a swimming suit, do your nails, go to aerobics, then jump. It doesn’t mean that you’re less sacrificed, that you’re more important, that you don’t care about me. You happiness transfers to mine. Just like your disappointment.
You run through the house, run to the store, run for work, run to the market, to the bakery. You curse life because he didn’t give more legs and hands. You have put so much weight on your back believing foolishly that you can do it on your own the best. And that you must do it all alone. But you don’t have to. The world will not be gone, neither your love for me, if one day you put your legs on the table. We’ll be fine, we’ll be great.And you don’t have to do what the other mothers do. Because the other mothers are not my mom, they gave birth to other children, and you gave birth to me. Those other children are not me. What makes them happy, might make me sad, what they throw away, I might give it a hug.
Don’t raise me according to a book, raise me according to your heart. According to what it tells you, what your instinct is whispering to you.Don’t be sad because you drive me around in a borrowed pram. You have always made it on time. Don’t be sad when you see a mother with some expensive pram. She wanted and had that, but you couldn’t and that’s ok. No pram can replace the comfort of your arms and that’s the only truth.Don’t believe the stories and the advices you hear. Trust me. Trust my dream, my appetite, my smile and my cry. Believe in my development and moves. Let that guide you. No one can know better than you of my needs, what I want and what makes me sad.Don’t compete with the other mothers and their children.
Don’t feel desperate because I can only say “ma-ma” and the other children can say a lot more. Don’t love me less because of that. You might think that I don’t understand your words, but I feel them. Which is worse. I don’t want to turn into an insecure child because you compare me to some other child.Don’t make your things right through me. Don’t prove yourself over me, show off or revenge.Don’t excuse my crying to other people.I don’t have to like everyone and that’s not a reason to be ashamed. You don’t like everyone and I respect that.
Don’t think that you are not a good mother because in that way you will show that no success is enough. Don’t think I’m less happy because I don’t have all the things the other children have. I don’t need everything done. I need to create my own world and open it. Teach me to fantasize and make miracles out of nothing.
Don’t show anger in front of me, because you teach me to feel it too. Don’t envy other people, because I will start too. Don’t be insecure, you will make me feel insecure too.
There is a long path ahead of us and I need you to be strong, not sad and weak. Don’t put up with everything and everyone because of me.Dear mom, you may cry because you can’t do more and better, you might grudge yourself because you don’t have enough time or money to provide me a new mattress, dry wall, big room, salty sea water, new car, a doll that won’t stop talking, new shoes every month, big yard, more time….. But the only thing I will remember is your love. Your strength. Not the hours spent with me, but the time.It is the only thing I can and want to feel. I want to see you happy and smiling, honest and joyous, cuddling me on any kind of mattress and any kind of room.With no worries that you have ever done something wrong.