parents [Theme] Page 3

Rushing in a carriage across the snowy Russian fields to St. Petersburg, the German princess Fickhen, as her parents called her, or Ekaterina Alekseevna, as they would call her in Russia, dreamed. She was only 15, she was the bride of the heir to the Russian throne. What did she dream about? It must be, like all young girls, about love. But her dreams were soon dashed: no one in Russia was going to love her. And then she herself fell in love with Russia.

But it's a lie, Tally. All your life you have seen beautiful faces. Your parents, your teachers - everyone over sixteen. But you weren't born expecting to be surrounded by handsome men all the time. The idea has been drilled into your head that everything else is ugliness. You were programmed that way.

Just as a small child is not able to fairly judge the actions and deeds of his father, so we are not able to correctly understand the ways of God.

Skin diseases as a psychosomatic disorder usually develop when parents show excessive care towards their child. They seem to choke him with their love, preventing him from feeling inner freedom and showing independence.

Happiness smells like the house where parents live.

When I had children, I realized how many feelings I had not experienced before. People who don't have children have no idea that they are only experiencing the basics. Love, anger, joy, despair and so on. Chefs say that tomatoes are natural flavor enhancers. Children are like tomatoes, the most powerful sense amplifiers. You understand what unconditional love is, love without conditions, when you love not because, but SO. But at the same time, you experience all the shades of anger and despair. You will learn what absolute joy and complete hopelessness are. You become kinder, much kinder. Very vulnerable. Now, when you listen to the news and they say “one child died as a result of the terrorist attack,” you quickly switch. Just not to hear, just not to know. Previously, the whole world could have died in a terrorist attack, and you wouldn’t have cared. Now it is impossible to imagine any suffering of any child. Neither war, nor illness, nor an orphanage.

Pasha has a daughter. He worries that someday some Igor will appear and start touching his daughter with his hands. She will come and say: “Dad, this is Igor.” Igor will speak in a deep voice and extend his hand. Pasha, of course, will shake hands, but he will think that this brute is touching his daughter. Pasha is very worried, he already hates Igor. He thinks about his daughter, sooner or later he will have this acquaintance, she is almost grown up. She is 5 months old. That is, she was not born yet. She is 5 months old in her belly.

When I was little, everyone said: “You can’t do that, you’re already a grown girl!” And when she grew up, everyone backed down: “You can’t do that, you’re still small.”

The breathing of a sleeping daughter is the best symphony of love in the world.

Who doesn’t understand how important it is for the state to raise children? And yet, without much thought, children are left to the mercy of their parents, no matter how eccentric and bad people they may be.

The parent of a growing child faces a very difficult task. He needs to walk literally along the razor's edge. Where on the one hand there is an abyss of indifference and indifference to the life of one’s child, on the other there is an equally deep and disastrous abyss of overprotection, the desire to make one’s own copy out of a son or daughter, a complete disregard for their opinions and desires.

Our spouses, parents and children are the best mentors we could ever hope for. Over and over again they will show us the truth that we do not want to see, until we see it.

If someone is ruining your life, don't let them. Even if it's your own parents.