It is in the order of things that our children become emancipated during adolescence and that they prefer chill with the friends. THE movie nights on repeat with mom and dad, courtesy of the pandemic, I savored them. I knew for a fact that this little guilty pleasure was saving me time on borrowed time.
We raise our children to be resourceful, independent, self-sufficient and armed for life.
My mother’s heart nevertheless sees the time coming for an era that will change sooner or later. Secretly, I dread the moment when they will detach a little too much and even more the moment when they will leave the family nest.
I never express it openly, for fear of losing my status as a cool mom for that of a tiring mom. Above all, I wouldn’t want my teenagers to have another reason to exercise their expressions of exasperation and the famous rolling eyes, so characteristic of a generation gap.
A recent winter evening gave me hope; my 16 year old son made me shed a tear of pure tenderness…
We were alone, which doesn’t happen very often. I offered to watch a movie after dinner, but he didn’t really want to and wanted to continue his series.
” OK, no problem. »
The mother hen and unifier that I am found it a shame to be each on her side… but hey.
Son came up to me some time later to say, “Mom, I need a hug. »
I pinched myself, I wanted to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. Then, I carried out the request of my big baby of 1.82 m all ceased business! When an unprecedented situation like this occurs, it is important not to let it fly away! I savored the moment and the very nice discussion that followed…
The next morning, I was watching the final of a tennis Grand Slam. Djokovic won. He was proud and his victory made him particularly moved. He headed to his box to hug his team and family members. Then, it was in tears that he hugged his mother for long minutes that seemed endless.
” Like what ! I thought to myself.
Even Djoko, 35, a cult tennis player, sometimes arrogant, winner of 22 Grand Slam tournaments whose mental and physical strength borders on that of a demigod, still needs his mother to pour out his overflow of emotions.
Are we not always the little boy or the little girl of our parents?
Being a mom is by far the most beautiful role of my life. A composition both intoxicating and demanding that often resembles a free-style improvisation, where my palette of feelings is put to the test.
The scenario, I discover it gradually and it does not always go in the desired direction. It is good so. Being a mother is a gift of self and such a great lesson in humility.
I like to think that a harmoniously developed maternal bond, made of complicity, understanding, tolerance and love, cannot be broken and remains for life.
I wish a wonderful Mother’s Day to all the moms! A thought particular to mine that I love so much… She knew how to transmit to me the power to love unconditionally.
In such a confusing and brutal world, isn’t a mother’s love the epitome of comfort?