Every mother's life is full of feelings. Love, anxiety, joy, fear. And a sense of guilt. It is familiar to everyone: everyone is tormented, but do children receive enough attention? What is the worst, objectively something difficult to do with it: you have to work, and even earn money, go shopping, do household chores ... Time for yourself? Well, it's great if it works out. Aimee Nelson, a lawyer and a mother of two children from Michigan, lives that way. “It often seems to me that I’m doing just that I take children to school, work, take them out of school, work again. Then have dinner, check homework and put to bed. And every evening, when I kiss my sleeping children, it comes to me - a feeling of guilt, ”says Amy.
Photo: facebook.com/aimee.nelson There are a lot of experiences: did your mother have enough time for her children? Do not forget to say how much she loves them? Is it a complete dinner for two growing organisms? Are there too many cartoons they watched today? Was I not too strict, having driven them to their beds, when they still wanted to lie down with me? Usually, there is no one to dispel these doubts. Moms just do everything they can, hoping that everything is not in vain, and one day someone will tell them: you did everything right, you are a good fellow. You are a good mom. Amy was lucky: she saw a real admission that she was really doing everything right. Or almost everything. “One morning I was about to leave, went out into the hallway, where my documents and keys usually lie. But in the usual place they were not. I rushed to look for them - time is running out, I'm late! And then I saw them on the table. Nearby were the little notes that my 8-year-old daughter wrote for me before bedtime, and a few other things she collected for me to take with them, ”Aimee says.Photo: facebook.com/aimee.nelsonReading her daughter's scribbles, scribbled with an unsteady hand on scraps of paper, the woman couldn't hold back her tears. Under her driver's license and sunglasses was a note: "Ready to drive?" Nearby lay several rings - the girl's most precious treasures. Next to it was a note: "You can have any you want." Earrings: "I think you like them." "Are you hungry?" - this note her daughter put in the lunchbox along with soup, water and oatmeal. And another scrap of paper, pressed to the table with several small coins and keys: "I give you the keys to my heart." "She may not even understand how much these notes mean to me. Thanks to them, I realized that maybe I'm not such a bad mother. Maybe I'm doing something right after all."
