It is the most beautiful thing in the world, the greatest satisfaction which one can have. That was magic the first moment I learned I was pregnant, and since, I live a continuous amazement. I am filled. Sure, it is hard from time to time. to raise children is not easy whatever is where one lives and ones social status. They evolve in an upset world, they are full with question and I worry inevitably for their future. My only goal is their blooming, to give them the possibility of doing what they like. I do not impose anything to them. I try to raise them since their youth while communicating enormously.
We speak about everything. They tell me their little adventures from school, their friends, and I believe this dialogue is important. They know that they can tell me everything and now that they are in full adolescence, I see that these discussions bear their fruits. They are very well. I would like to save them from the spite of people. I do not think of having a black vision of the life and people, but I am realistic. One should not veil the face by repeated that all is beautiful and that all is great. I do all that is possible so that they are lucid on the human nature. In any case they will realize it. I passed by there, we passed all by there, but I do not support to see a child suffering, whatever is the reason. When I go in the hospitals, I try to give a little happiness to the sick children. To see them so vulnerable revolts me. How to accept that the small ones suffer like that?
