I'm 22 years old, around - a bunch of friends, parties andmotorcycle rides and rock festivals. My world is boiling and sparkling. And then - two strips. Ahead now only the kitchen and pans, bottles and diapers, an endless infant roar ... Life is over. Or not?Photo: personal archive

Auto, Moto, led, photo ...

The question, to give birth or not to give birth, in front of me is not evenstood by Of course, give birth! Scary, of course. Well ... in the pool with his head, in general. Zhenia was born. And in a few months I was surprised to understand that the child of life does not interfere at all. Of course, I had to give up some pleasures, at least for a while. For example, my faithful bike went to the garage under the cover. And the rest ... I continued to go to concerts. Skip Alice’s summer performance at Green Park? No way! Went to a concert and pregnant, and with Zhenka. He now himself will never miss this performance. And then Tanya appeared. So now we go to the three of us to concerts. My daughter, by the way, is the most enviable place - on my shoulders. Singing together was even more fun than jumping in the fan zone. We have our own wonderful ritual: in the afternoon we go to the Gorky Park to them. Gorky, we ride the rides, eat boiled corn, and in the evening we go to the concert of our favorite band. Yes, and my friends with whom I hung out before, also grew up, matured and got families. When they, along with their heirs, join our walks, it turns out the whole kindergarten is very noisy, very cheerful, very friendly.Photo: Alexey Morozov

The whole world is at our feet!

We never stopped traveling. A car appeared, they started to go out of the city, sometimes for a day, then with a tent for the weekend. Yes, in a tent with children - this is also nothing complicated. When the eldest turned nine, and the youngest - four years old, I decided to go with them to the Crimea for the May holidays. One without a dad: at that time there was a divorce in our life. Someone would say: crazy, to go with two children to the Crimea, where there is no service and places that are meant for family rest. This is not a second of rest! ... We have traveled the whole peninsula up and down. Everyone was ready to help a mother with two children: to carry a bag, show the way, even discounts were made. We had only to absorb the impressions of which the sea was just! For the following May I was absolutely fearlessly scooping up the children and we rushed off to Sochi and Abkhazia. In the summer they drove to St. Petersburg for a memorable concert of Viktor Tsoy. Settled in the hostel - a great option! Economically, first of all. And what is close - so it only motivates not to sit in the room, but to rush to walk around the city. In general, I also have grandiose plans for the next season.Photo: personal archive

Path to the seventh heaven

A year ago, a motorcycle returned to my life. Many will say that it is too risky for a mother of two children. But life is generally a dangerous thing. I understand the full degree of risk, I drive carefully, use protective gear. The family supports me, and the children are very proud of me. Moreover, they both ask for driving courses. This year they already had a few motorcycle driving lessons. Next season we will certainly continue these experiments. After all our travels and joint campaigns to concerts, the son caught fire to learn how to play the guitar. Daughter is waiting for a piano from Santa Claus. Cool! And you know what? Do not be afraid that children will change your life. Of course it is. But do not forget about yourself and your interests, burrowing in diapers with your head. After all, children are interested in parents who are enthusiastic, happy, who let them into their lives and who have something to share with the children. Nothing unites like joint emotions and impressions! Yes, sometimes it is hard morally, financially, just physically. But when the children say that they are the happiest, I am also in seventh heaven!Photo: Maria Pavlova

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