I thought I'd never heard this word from the little mouth of my baby .. do not know why .. anxiety .. anxiety .. the stages of expectations on slow motion .. need to continue and not confirmed fears .. the stupid comparisons .. but ... but now it's all a Mum Mum Mum even a hundred times a day .. no reason .. and I'm happy that so intimately I try to give me good in the tone of his voice as a child helps me because I like to go on growing and I know why I called decrease and dotted from motives less spontaneous and more mature.
I was also worried because he always tried, and only his dad .. and I almost felt marginalized ... ravanare me with endless questions to understand where I wrong .. and why do not you recognize me so hard because I do not like him .. wanted. I am also concerned about the division of roles was a short .. go on to question .. and then .. and now it is all so different ... look for me if he wants to show me something, I try to fall asleep at night, look for me if does not feel in shape, look for me for the meal, try to play me, I look at the door when I'm at work ... and I'm moved. When I hug him I hold so consciously to impress me in good every emotion is so beautiful .. .. and I hope the world will not spoil too much, I hope to be at its height as a parent, I hope to always reply "do not stop properly and not to oppress him .. I hope it does not scare me with too much to ask why I put badness in the world because for me it's the best thing that ever happened to me, because we took so long and why what we offered was something so big and so full of endless possibilities we could not do otherwise.
How do you measure life? With love and certainly not with centimeters. It 'a truth that I have taught you by Mattia my first day on which you've moved in my womb. I love you so much ..... Mom
ps. but now more than tatà mom (dad and nanna °_°), hello ... we decide to say a few other little word ????? ° _ °
I was also worried because he always tried, and only his dad .. and I almost felt marginalized ... ravanare me with endless questions to understand where I wrong .. and why do not you recognize me so hard because I do not like him .. wanted. I am also concerned about the division of roles was a short .. go on to question .. and then .. and now it is all so different ... look for me if he wants to show me something, I try to fall asleep at night, look for me if does not feel in shape, look for me for the meal, try to play me, I look at the door when I'm at work ... and I'm moved. When I hug him I hold so consciously to impress me in good every emotion is so beautiful .. .. and I hope the world will not spoil too much, I hope to be at its height as a parent, I hope to always reply "do not stop properly and not to oppress him .. I hope it does not scare me with too much to ask why I put badness in the world because for me it's the best thing that ever happened to me, because we took so long and why what we offered was something so big and so full of endless possibilities we could not do otherwise.
How do you measure life? With love and certainly not with centimeters. It 'a truth that I have taught you by Mattia my first day on which you've moved in my womb. I love you so much ..... Mom
ps. but now more than tatà mom (dad and nanna °_°), hello ... we decide to say a few other little word ????? ° _ °
