Modern, liberated and multitaskers women have many open fronts. We want to cover everything and we always go in a hurry, but life has its own pace.
In a fast-paced world, a movement that defends pause, reflection, awareness in what we do and savoring now is triumphing. It is called "slow" and one of its ideologues is Carl Honore who already introduced us here Elda and whose book "Praise of slowness" is translated into 25 languages.
There is the slow food, the slow cities and many other aspects. But where time matters most is in parenting. This is the first of a series of 4 posts that is also composed of: slow childhood, slow delivery and slow sleep.
Breastfeeding on demand, singing a babysitter, rocking the baby, walking, bathing, giving a porridge, reading stories, doing homework with our children, playing with them, listening to what they tell us ... and any other activity of its development or education needs weather and not all of them can be done in just a few "quality hours per day".
There is a way to understand motherhood that is not governed by the clock or the tables or rules that homogenize all children at any given time but by the sensations, the needs of our children and their natural evolutionary process in food, walking, talking, sleeping, ...
Slow motherhood invites us not only to enjoy the childhood of our children but to live it with dedication, maximum responsibility and patience. This does not have to be easy but it does have rewards: attachment, bond and overdose of oxytocin (the love hormone).
Mammal pups need love, time and constant presence of at least one adult, preferably their mother. And numerous studies show that the first years, especially the first two, are fundamental in the configuration of personality and many attitudes towards life.
The development of our children does not live the same with accelerator or with the brake. John Lennon He said that "life is what happens while we are busy doing other things" and we can apply this perfectly to our way of raising.
Our children will be small, helpless and totally dependent a few years. Is there anything worth more in this world than slow motherhood?
