Life does not wait for adulthood. How to support a kid erstwhile it's truly hard?

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Life is not constantly filled with carefree, the odor of freshly cut grass and oranges. The sky is not always blue, and the rain frequently mercilessly stings right in your face. Life is unpredictable. erstwhile we become parents, we don't get protective shields against what may happen. Against evil, pain, darkness, crisis, tears, screams. We become parents and only them. The function itself does not defend us from anything, it only makes us liable for the second life. It is up to us how we consciously build this role, what we fill its structures with. And what decision will we make the next day, all day. The planet through the eyes of a kid Confronting hard experiences, I late talked to a therapist. I asked how can I defend my kid from what is happening? How to guide her during this hard time for everyone? First, always be honest. Not painfully, not absurdly, not painfully. However, sincere. Do not lie, the kid knows, sees, feels. possibly a small less, but he knows. He hears, he is present. Second: to be. Do not leave the kid with his sadness alone, support even with the specified presence. Third: be aware that the kid sees the planet from his own perspective. What appears to us as the end of the world, for him may be an chance to get to know 1 of the sides of life. A visit to the infirmary does not should be a trauma, a few-year-old kid does not specify illness and death in terms of suffering. For specified a tiny creature, these are inactive abstract concepts. I inactive feel fear, but I have strength 2 years ago, I was reaching the maternal bottom erstwhile I screamed in the presence of my daughter. I felt I was failing to the max. Now I know it's inevitable. We are together for 20 hours a day and it will most likely be hard more than once. My anger is the smallest problem that can stand in our way. Am I afraid? inactive yes. About myself, about her, about those who are close to me. Will this fear take distant my energy and love for my child? NO. We know as much about ourselves as we have been tested. I can't defend my kid from whatever happens in our lives, but as long as I can, I am. I talk, I stroke, I cuddle to my chest. I translate, I scream along with her. We cry a lot. I do not lie that it will always be ok and nothing will always contact us. Suffering will come into everyone's life. The question is, what will it do to us? After the phenomenal series "The Last of Us", I remember Joel's words that possibly it is easier for children to experience this cruel apocalypse. erstwhile asked why, he replied: they are not liable for anyone. In those words, for me, the full definition of parenthood is contained. The elation of the despair and trauma of these dependent beings erstwhile we ourselves lose ground.