Os dias são longos mas os anos são curtos

A autora deste blogue partilhou no facebook um texto maravilhoso escrito por esta mãe. Achei-o delicioso e revi-me totalmente nele. 

Para mim, ser mãe a tempo inteiro destas três maravilhosas almas em ebulição é a tarefa mais gratificante que alguma vez poderia ter na vida. É algo que me preenche completamente. E embora haja dias menos fáceis, a mim parecem-me todos curtos, demasiados curtos. Tento vivê-los da forma mais intensa possível e agradecer cada colo que eles me concedem, cada história contada à hora de irem dormir, cada coisa engraçada que eles me dizem, cada pergunta, cada tarde passada na praia, cada descoberta que eles fazem, cada vez que me dizem como aquele dia foi tão bom, e nunca esquecer o quarto virado de pernas para o ar, as noites sem dormir, o tirar das fraldas e das chuchas, as aulas mais aborrecidas em que eles só querem ir brincar, o cesto da roupa suja sempre cheio, as longas esperas nos treinos de hóquei ou aulas de teatro, as compras no supermercado com eles agarrados a mim, as birras, as inúmeras vezes que tenho que pedir para realizarem uma simples tarefa como arrumarem o pijama ou lavarem os dentes, enfim, cada coisa mais insignificante que preenche os nossos dias. É demasiado bom para ser verdade. E é claro que sabe muito bem ouvir alguém dizer-nos que estamos a fazer um bom trabalho mesmo quando achamos que tudo está um caos. E pergunto-me muitas vezes que pessoa serei daqui a vinte anos e como serão eles?  Aqui fica uma possível resposta. Maravilhosa, enternecedora e encorajante.  

"Dear Self in Twenty Years,

There’s a good chance you’re an empty nester now, since Finn is now twenty-two, Reed is twenty-five, and Tate is twenty-eight (I hope to heavens you’re an empty nester, actually).

You probably have a lot less laundry and still accidentally cook too much for dinner, as my mom said she’d do when my brother and I first left the nest. You may even get caught up on both the dishes and the laundry on the same day. (That hasn’t happened to me yet since I became a mom, so I’m just guessing here on that one.) 

I just wanted to write you a quick note as a reminder when you look back on the days when the kids were little—these days I’m in right now as I write this—and to ask you to really remember. To do your best not to put on your rose-colored glasses when you reminisce over the potty-training days or the sleepless nights or the learning of the alphabet afternoons. Those little gems are worth their weight in gold, to be sure, but don’t beat yourself up that you didn’t recognize them as the golden years of parenting when you were in the thick of it. They were long, and strengthening, and arduous days, and sometimes a bit monotonous.

The three kids right now are utterly precious, and you do happen to be in a sweet spot. You (I? We?) are enjoying this age more than the baby age, and they continually say the funniest, most innocently curious things.

You’ve forgotten most of them, I assume, since I currently forget them two hours after they happen. But they do, and those little moments are some of the highlights of my day right now. That, and the snuggles. Oh, the snuggles… They probably don’t do that anymore for you. But they make the heart flutter. Remember that? Remarkable, that two beings could make each other so happy just by sitting by each other and hugging.

Raising little kids is hard, and you did a great job. But please remember when you see those young moms in the coffee shop who seem to be ignoring their children so they can finish their sentences…

Or the mom shushing and nursing and bouncing her screaming baby on the airplane…

Or the parent enjoying five minutes of alone time at the park with her phone(or whatever they have in twenty years—holograms or what-not)…

Or the one who looks just. so. tired. and whose brood look like they could use a hair-brushing and a bath…

That it is real, exhausting—meaningful and rewarding, yes—but exhaustingwork, this parenting thing. And that “Enjoy it when they’re little; it goes by so quickly!” is true but not always helpful, but that “I just want you to know you’re doing a good job” is almost always helpful, and sharing those eleven words could be magic to a tired parent’s day.

And that you would make the day of that young mama you’re getting to know if you slipped her a note of encouragement, wrapped it up in a coffee shop gift card, and offered to let her have time with a girlfriend while you watched the kids for a couple hours.

Oh, and also—call your kids, who might have kids of their own, and tell them you’d like your grandkids for the weekend. So that they could go do whatever.

And oh yes—you’re doing a good job. Keep at it.

Love,
Your Younger Self"

Maravilhoso não é? Eu achei!!