L you men are much more generous and patient than we think. Especially in Latin culture, but in general in the West is meet common general books whose topics are: "Men who do not want women," Women who are not loved, "" Men of a planet and other women. " I must confess my ignorance on this topic because I have never read these books. In my house we went, my dad, my brother, my mom and me. Then I grew up with two men at home and those who know me know that my best and close friends of my heart are two of them. I think no one understands me better than these two men, and to complete, my child is a boy. How not to love?
often hear how new mothers complain about their men. Personally I have seen up close friends whose men do not recognize their job of being mothers, as if having a baby was the same as taking a vacation. Latina women are accustomed to go through this alone. How can they glimpse what is birth, breastfeeding, recovering from injuries, look in the mirror and not get recognized in that bloated, fat woman who watches us from the other side, with the baby that cuddles and care demand 24 hours , see your chest is no longer yours and your whole body is left floating on top of motherhood and the woman you thought you were smart you do not know where it is? One becomes a mindless able to smell the dirty diaper of the child to several feet away, our goal in life is reduced to achieve sufficient squeezed ounces of milk and nothing is more important that the new toy, this helps the child to stretch to grab the dolls.
Motherhood is literally a truck that happens to one over. And we also have the patience or not, to meet the man who "really if it works", to attend the visit, the house, the mother ... it is absolutely devastating and usually pays the frustration is the weakest and most innocent: baby.
We must recognize that we are the ones in charge of putting things in order. If we need to prepare to give birth so that is a fact of our nature, how to pretend guys to understand something they never experienced?
For me the key was ready and that preparation involves my man all the time. My man assumed he was the copilot on that flight, he could glimpse the fragility not only physical but emotional ones left with the mothers after giving birth. He understood that someone had to hold on to me so I can hold the baby, that criticism should protect, feed and care for me to care for and feed our baby. We found the way to work, but I feel violated and he felt necessary and vital. Those are our men in the family, are essential and vital. They have the power and patience to get up when we passed out, or your hormones or your body change, not his brain that is still capable of reasoning when ours is assimilating all this new world of sensations, odors, frailty and that new love for the child, so strong that it almost hurts.
We give them the opportunity to look after ourselves, we understand that no one may care about what you do not know, we should show them the way we need and then maybe we'll build stronger homes where understanding, solidarity, patience and love are the first examples that our children receive.
often hear how new mothers complain about their men. Personally I have seen up close friends whose men do not recognize their job of being mothers, as if having a baby was the same as taking a vacation. Latina women are accustomed to go through this alone. How can they glimpse what is birth, breastfeeding, recovering from injuries, look in the mirror and not get recognized in that bloated, fat woman who watches us from the other side, with the baby that cuddles and care demand 24 hours , see your chest is no longer yours and your whole body is left floating on top of motherhood and the woman you thought you were smart you do not know where it is? One becomes a mindless able to smell the dirty diaper of the child to several feet away, our goal in life is reduced to achieve sufficient squeezed ounces of milk and nothing is more important that the new toy, this helps the child to stretch to grab the dolls.
Motherhood is literally a truck that happens to one over. And we also have the patience or not, to meet the man who "really if it works", to attend the visit, the house, the mother ... it is absolutely devastating and usually pays the frustration is the weakest and most innocent: baby.
We must recognize that we are the ones in charge of putting things in order. If we need to prepare to give birth so that is a fact of our nature, how to pretend guys to understand something they never experienced?
For me the key was ready and that preparation involves my man all the time. My man assumed he was the copilot on that flight, he could glimpse the fragility not only physical but emotional ones left with the mothers after giving birth. He understood that someone had to hold on to me so I can hold the baby, that criticism should protect, feed and care for me to care for and feed our baby. We found the way to work, but I feel violated and he felt necessary and vital. Those are our men in the family, are essential and vital. They have the power and patience to get up when we passed out, or your hormones or your body change, not his brain that is still capable of reasoning when ours is assimilating all this new world of sensations, odors, frailty and that new love for the child, so strong that it almost hurts.
We give them the opportunity to look after ourselves, we understand that no one may care about what you do not know, we should show them the way we need and then maybe we'll build stronger homes where understanding, solidarity, patience and love are the first examples that our children receive.
