"Mom, now I'm in the bathtub but ... where should it really be?" This disturbing question left its recipient so misplaced when he heard it as, probably, he will have left you when he read it. I was not going with second. It was not loaded with irony or reproaches. The children don't know about that. The double senses are adult stuff.
With that blessed childlike ingenuity that vanishes so (too) soon, the boy dropped a doubt that did not allow him to enjoy his (allegedly) relaxing foam bath before dinner and bedtime.
"Where are you going to be? Well, bathing! Why do you ask me that?" The mother replied strangely.
To which the little one replied: "I don't know for sure, Mom. When you wake me up in the morning, you tell me that I would have to be having breakfast. While I drink the milk, you tell me that if I have already brushed my teeth; and when I'm getting dressed, you tell me that we would have to be in the street. And, like this all day. So, you tell me where I should be now because I don't know anymore? " Take zasca!
The anecdote is not mine. I listened to Canadian pedagogue Catherine L'Ecuyer in one of her talks and it burned into my mind. It isn't ... but it could be. And, for that reason, from that day every time I hit one of my three children (or all three at the same time) with one of those hateful "you should be ..." that child's question comes to mind despite That, everything must be said, very rarely I am able to stop this machinery that generates continuous anxiety that pushes us to always suffer hours, days or even months ahead of the present .
We have no choice. We spend the pasta in self-help manuals to show us the power of now. Our mouths of 'mindfulness ' are filled . We presume that we walk, eat and kiss with full awareness ... With full awareness that we have the mobile nearby to see if 'that guasap' has arrived.
Instead of fully enjoying that wonderful walk along the beach that purifies our body and mind, we are more aware of Instagram's 'story' than of the stone hidden in the sand that the big toe has put on us Like a black pudding
We accept as something 'normal' that we are punished with 'back to school' when we have not yet started the summer holidays. With Halloween, when you start school. With Christmas, at the time when we take off our witch costumes and with the blessed Valentine, the day after opening the gifts of the Magi.
"Mom, now I'm in the bathtub but ... where should it really be?" Get it, right? Nothing like facing the mirror of a child's gaze to realize that, as in the story of 'The Emperor's New Costume', we adults think we know everything but ... we go in balls .
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