Durante a gravidez, a mulher é invadida por um instinto de protecção, de plenitude, de preocupação, de amor e de carinho completamente avassaladores.
Até aqui nada de novo. Toda a gente já ouviu falar do instinto maternal.
O que ninguém vos disse é que uma vez inundada com instinto maternal (estão a ver as barragens com as comportas abertas em que a massa de água gigantesca leva tudo à frente e não deixa nada como estava? É igual!) não há maneira de desligar o raio do instinto. Não dá! É humanamente impossível!
E nas mais diversas situações.
A que para mim é clássica (e está-me sempre a acontecer) é ouvir um bebé a chorar e olhar de imediato na direcção do choro para ver o que foi, mesmo sabendo que o meu filho está em casa dos avós a dormir a sesta!
Mas o que me levou a reflectir (ou a bater no fundo da maternidade, ainda não sei bem) foi dar comigo hoje a espreitar para os ouvidos do meu marido para ver se estavam bem lavados! E para cúmulo ele ainda me pergunta: "mas o que é que tu estás a fazer?"
Foi nesse momento que fui confrontada com a realidade: "Olá. O meu nome é Carla e sou mãe!"
During pregnancy, the woman is invaded by an instinct of protection, fullness, concern, love and affection completely overwhelming.
Nothing new so far. Everyone has heard of the maternal instinct.
What no one told you is that once flooded with maternal instinct (you know when the dams are open and the gigantic body of water wash away everything and leaves nothing as it was? Is the same!) there is no turning back. You can not! It is humanly impossible!
And in different situations.
Which for me is classical (and is always happening to me), is to hear a baby crying and immediately look towards the cry to see what it was, even though my son is at his grandparents' house taking a nap!
But what made reflect today (or hitting the bottom of motherhood, still not sure) was giving a peek into my husband ears to see if were well washed! And he still asks me, "but what are you doing?"
That was when I was confronted with reality: "Hello. My name is Carla and I am a mother!"
Nothing new so far. Everyone has heard of the maternal instinct.
What no one told you is that once flooded with maternal instinct (you know when the dams are open and the gigantic body of water wash away everything and leaves nothing as it was? Is the same!) there is no turning back. You can not! It is humanly impossible!
And in different situations.
Which for me is classical (and is always happening to me), is to hear a baby crying and immediately look towards the cry to see what it was, even though my son is at his grandparents' house taking a nap!
But what made reflect today (or hitting the bottom of motherhood, still not sure) was giving a peek into my husband ears to see if were well washed! And he still asks me, "but what are you doing?"
That was when I was confronted with reality: "Hello. My name is Carla and I am a mother!"
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