Vivir con un adolescente en casa, es casi tan caótico como cuando estaban recién nacidos y no sabías como resolver tus inquietudes en situaciones totalmente nuevas para tí.
Yo no he sido la excepción. La adolescencia entró en mi casa en medio de la pandemia, cosa que terminó condimientando el caldo de cultivo en la cabeza de mi hijo, quien a pesar de no ser un chico de andar en la calle, resintió mucho el hecho de tener que estudiar en línea y no poder salir cuando se le antojaba, aunque fuera a comerse un helado.
De hecho, a partir de entonces se refugió en el internet, se hizo fan del ánime, cambió sus horarios de sueño (cosa que seguimos peleando para retomar la normalidad o llegar a un equlibrio) y su humor "bipolar" es el pan nuestro de todos los días.
Y aunque trato de darle su espacio y no ser una madre imponente, hay cosas que simplemente no se negocian, como es la responsabilidad. Siendo madre de dos varones, considero que mantener el poder de la palabra dada es algo que no pasa de moda ni debe ser visto como un "asunto de la gente de antes", así que en cada mínima acción les inculco lo importante que es ser responsable no solo de sus actos, sino de su vida en general.
El de las fotos es mi hijo mayor, esperando el autobús que lo lleva a la técnica donde estudia. Yo lo veo desde la ventana, para darle seguridad y también para sentirme tranquila de ver que nada le pase mientras espera. Ha sido difícil dejar de ser la mamá gallina, pero entiendo que debo soltarlo y empezar por ahí nos ha ayudado a ambos.
A pesar del frío y de la falta de sol (a esa hora ya iban a ser las 7 am), mi niño no tan pequeño sale a cunplir con sus deberes de estudiante, y aunque muchas veces reniega, la semilla de la responsabilidad ya está dando sus frutos.
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Living with a teenager at home is almost as chaotic as when they were newborns and you didn't know how to deal with your concerns in totally new situations.
I haven't been the exception. Adolescence came into my house in the middle of the pandemic, which ended up dooming the breeding ground in my son's head, who despite not being a streetwise boy, felt very bad about having to study online and not being able to go out when he felt like it, even if it was to eat an ice cream.
In fact, from then on he took refuge in the internet, became a fan of anime, changed his sleep schedule (something we are still fighting to return to normal or achieve balance) and his "bipolar" mood is our daily bread.
And although I try to give him space and not be an imposing mother, there are things that simply cannot be negotiated, such as responsibility. Being the mother of two boys, I consider that maintaining the power of the word given is something that is not out of fashion or should be seen as an "old-fashioned issue", so in every small action I instill in them how important it is to be responsible not only for their actions, but for their life in general.
The one in the photos is my older son, waiting for the bus that takes him to the technical school where he studies. I see him from the window, to give him security and also to feel calm to see that nothing happens to him while he waits. It has been difficult to stop being the mother hen, but I understand that I must let him go and starting there has helped us both.
Despite the cold and the lack of sun (at that time it would already be 7 am), my not so little boy goes out to fulfill his duties as a student, and although he often complains, the seed of responsibility is already bearing fruit.
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