There is a time when parents become orphans of our children. It is that children grow independently of us, like murmuring trees and imprudent birds ...
They grow without asking for permission to life. They grow up with a cheerful stridency and, sometimes, with boasted arrogance. But they do not grow up all days, they grow up suddenly.
A day with an incredible nature with a look that tells you that this diaper creature has grown!
When did it grow that you did not notice it? Where were the children's parties, the game in the sand, the birthdays with clowns?
The child grows in a ritual of organic obedience and civil disobedience. Now you are there, at the door of the nightclub waiting not only not to grow, but to appear.
There are many parents at the wheel waiting for them to leave. And there are our children, between hamburgers and soda. With the uniform of his generation and his uncomfortable and heavy backpacks on his shoulders.
There we are, with gray hair. And those are our children, those we love despite the blows of the winds, the few, harvests of peace, the bad news and the dictatorship of the hours.
They grew trained, observing and learning with our mistakes and our clients. Mainly with the errors that they hope will not be repeated ...
There is a time when parents are becoming orphans of their children. We no longer look for them in the doors of the discotheques and the cinema.
He spent the time of the piano, football, ballet, swimming. They left the back seat and got behind the wheel of their own lives.
We should have gone more close to his bed, at nightfall, to hear his soul breathe conversations and confidences between the sheets of childhood, and adolescents, covers of those pieces with stickers, posters, colorful diaries and deafening discs.
But they grew up without exhausting all our affection with them. At first they went to the countryside, the beach, Christmas, Easter, swimming pools and friends. Yes, there were fights in the car through the window, requests for trendy music.
Then came the time when traveling with parents began to be an effort, a suffering, they could not leave their friends and first lovers.
We are the exiled parents of the children. We had the loneliness we always wanted, and the time came when we only looked afar, we prayed a lot (at that time we had forgotten) so that they choose well in the pursuit of happiness and conquer the world in the least complex way possible.
The secret is to wait. At any moment they will give us grandchildren.
The grandson is the hour of idle affection and mischief not exercised in one's children. That's why grandparents are so disproportionate and distribute such uncontrollable love.
The grandchildren are the last chance to reedit our affection.
So is. Human beings only learn to be children after being parents; We only learn to be parents after being grandparents.
In short, it seems that we only learn to live after life is happening to us ...
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Every word is so true, sometimes as parents we feel tired and then leave for a kiss, a hug, an attention and we do not realize that life goes by as fast as a wind leaks and in the blink of an eye our children they have already grown ... Likewise with our parents, we do not give them the necessary time and that time we lose in unimportant things ... We have to hug, kiss, love with intensity our loved ones and enjoy every moment while being at your side strange son of my life ....
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