Sometimes you need to relax, although it is difficult
"If my son is not sleeping, he constantly jumps, for everything clings, tumbling and dries." Familiar? Here is an example of how one mother copes with the energeticness of his son.
I wanted to calm him. But reading "Harry Potter" for the night, which, as I hoped, helps him sleep, did not work. Felix did not want to fit. He showed me the ass. "Putana pants," I growled. Then they went threats: "If you don't stop wriggle, jump and you will not be calmly listen, I will not read more" ... "What is the name of the Cat Hermione?" - I, I, when the son droves under the blanket. "Logodli" - heard the muted response.
Finally, the charter, I slam the book, while my son wocks a blanket, pretending to be an earthworm. His head freezes without movement for a split second, and he asks - another page, please, please. I demand a summary of what we just read, and the Son exactly calls me all the ingredients for the potions that Harry confused. Well, I turn the page, and the son again fell under the blanket. At least one of us is tired.
Movement and thoughts at my son always go together.
For example, food and movement or movement and listening. The only moment when he does not jump, is to watch "Star Wars" or a trip to a car with a seat belt. Even fleeting arms end in his finger and elbow under the ribs. Every time we eat, he sits on a chair only half priests, one foot on the floor, getting ready to break with the first convenient possibility ...
Cat passed by, he urgently needs a toy gun or he should show that he knows how to do with his fingers. Felix so often beats about doorways and asks me to crawl under it, that this has already become the usual reason to support the conversation.
Although I am anxiously watching his tests of my own body for strength, I try not to forget that I myself climbed into the smashed fine trees, stuck on the chest in the swamp and dived down my head on the rocky bottom.
Learn how to behave if you lose the soil under your feet - great and important, but in this gentle age it is difficult to allow kids to risk. I constantly remind myself about it, although it is difficult.
We need to stop constantly monitoring children and should be reminded that wildness and rashness are not always the same thing. This is their fearless zeal - somewhere climb, jump, squeeze, run - just as delicately, like wild. We need to give them the right to be active, trust them and risk - in acceptable to health and life framework.
And with our children everything will be ok.
Hugging Felix, I already foresee a blow to the chin. And I dream to donate from these blows as long as possible. The opportunity to get into the nose from an unmanaged son means one thing - the son still wants to be close to me.
And yet I confess, the Party on the occasion of the six-year-old Felix brought me out of himself. In the gymnastic club were sixteen kids. Everything was good during training, but half an hour, which followed this, with pizza and cake, seemed to me thirty hours. Children turned into one squeezed mass, which was continuously moved like a forty. I sat on a chair, almost in tears, and screamed: Sit down immediately! On the way home, in the car, I continued to mumble: I can no longer, I just can not.
Do you know how it is funny to remember months later?
Something went wrong? Obviously, it seemed to me that I could take these boys and organize it all in a small room. If I left this fortieth on the street and said to return to the table, when the time of the cake comes, I would think: they are so beautifully spending time.
Perhaps we just need to let go there and believe that it will be better.
Initially, the text was published on Ponaroshku.ru. We publish it with the resolution of the editorial office.
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