Let Them Stop Time So That I Can Enjoy You In My Arms
“Enjoy every second, time flies by” , there is no more accurate phrase and, paradoxically, so ignored and unheard. “Let them stop time to be able to enjoy you in my arms” , you would pray every fleeting moment of your life as a mother, if you really understood that your child’s childhood is excessively ephemeral.
From one day to the next you find yourself feeding your toothless son solid foods. In the blink of an eye, you realize that you no longer change diapers, but wash tiny underwear. In less than a rooster crows, your son won’t fit in your cozy arms and your back won’t support his weight as he takes his first steps.
Enjoy these moments with all your strength, tomorrow you will understand that this proposition is presented with brutal force just in time, in the present, but it hurts with intensity in the future, where you will want to go back to the past in order to demand that they stop time to to be able to enjoy having your child in your arms.
That they stop time to love you without measures
Although many people promptly notice something that, sooner rather than later, becomes a truth as unfortunate as it is irrefutable, the reality is that mothers often do not believe it. “They are exaggerations,” we think with some skepticism.
Even believing everything that we are told, we mistakenly think that we love and overprotect the baby in excess, even coming to fear of spoiling him and, of course, measuring ourselves by what they will say and the advice that has not been proven and only aims to waste a moment unique and unrepeatable life.
What harm can it do to establish the deepest skin-to-skin contact, overload it, feel the elevation of love holding it in your arms? What charges and guilt will you face in the future for having enjoyed every moment his warmth attached to you, for having killed your son with kisses?
Wouldn’t you like them to stop time where you stare and admire their perfection and innocence while feeding your little one? You felt that the minutes stretched out into eternity, to such an extent that you came to believe that those days would pass slowly, and would last forever.
That they stop time, that your moments slip away from me
“Time does not fly by, it just stops when I hold my dear in my arms,” you mistakenly believed. However, and to your surprise, time is characterized by being a tyrant. One night you fell fast asleep and when you woke up you understood by force of reality that time does not run, but flies.
That dawn you understood that your children no longer needed your arms, but just wanted to run everywhere. They were no longer throwing tantrums because of their precious chest, but to get your attention with their “stick figures.” You went to bed with an indescribable distaste, but the next day, reality hit hard again.
In the morning you found a boy with an apron and backpack waiting to go to his school and with a certain tendency to socialize that you never noticed before. In a simple blink of an eye, life passed before your eyes to mark, through your child, nothing less than the passage of time.
And there they are today, they became great, beautiful and strong but, especially, noble and brave. They are, without a doubt, boys raised with love, which immediately translates into their security, happiness and independence. Full guys, but big today.
Always enjoy the here and now when it comes to your children, because there is no going back. Charge them as much as you want, put them in your bed if you wish, kiss them a lot, kiss them always. Time actually flies by and takes with it those spices of life that make each moment unique and special.
Enjoy them as much as you can and then, yes, you can let them fly, grow and be blameless. Trust what you think is necessary to give and demonstrate to your baby when you are still on time. After all, at some point in your life you will have to take a step forward, giving rise to the greatest act of love of any mother: detachment.
