decide I have had to occupy the Sunday morning. The shifts are rotating. When they decide they prevail outdoors, but today I have touched me decide what to do with my children and am inclined to build deep red hearts. I love the hearts. The hearts of all colors, intensities and small. My favorites are tiny magnets that I have in the fridge. Iban together like pieces of a chocolate bar which can then be separated. Each serving is a piece of nature images of life, day by day as a heart, a heart-shaped tag, a green leaf in this way so loving, a stone, a candle, the foam coffee cup, jelly beans, a heart drawn in a beach ...
This morning I've given them a moment with building heart hearts. I ngredientes : 1 special transparent plastic sheet, colors, scissors, oven, imagination. procedure: Draw a large heart in the special plastic sheet, draw a picture of what you want inside, painting the bright red heart, heart cut, heat the oven, cook for 10 minutes, remove and wait for it to cool.
This morning I've given them a moment with building heart hearts. I ngredientes : 1 special transparent plastic sheet, colors, scissors, oven, imagination. procedure: Draw a large heart in the special plastic sheet, draw a picture of what you want inside, painting the bright red heart, heart cut, heat the oven, cook for 10 minutes, remove and wait for it to cool.
When the heart goes into the oven to shrink, diminish, folds and volume gains. The color changes from transparent plastic to a bright color like stained glass. Upon completion of the process, a hard-hearted, strong, beautiful bright red. Within are the drawings that children have drawn cramped. While they painted theirs I also made many of them tiny, equal, red on cooking have become tiny, the size of a fingernail.
Life is full of symbols and for love is the heart. Need not be a romantic love but also includes love is universal. He painted these hearts as they heard laughing, talking about the song sounded in the background, of how nice it would be all ... the scene looked like a movie, as if everything outside. View from a distance helps me enjoy the moment more. I become physically at your side and I touched his cheek with a loving kiss. Do not ask me why I do it. Just smile, look me in the eye and continue with manual work.
Being a mother (and father) is. Enabling them to evolve, opening up their curiosity to the world, accompanying the process, be at your side but let free do both. Find the point where the emotional connection is strong, strong, hard but flexible. Understand that are individuals where I participated as a vehicle of arrival to this world. Gradually reduce the addiction itself and necessary for children who are not forever for me and can grow, become full and self-sufficient beings. Give them all the love possible sharing moments, experiences, feelings and sometimes putting my own well-being personal desires without pain. Being a mother is that, is not to see any more the life the same way as before when they came to this world. Your happiness is a very important part of mine but not all. Yes, I love them unconditionally, but also need and building my individuality as a person. If my life would spin around his free flight could not leave when the time came or I think.
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