WE284 || To miss and remember the unrepeatable moments...

I miss the voices that time did not erase, that scream at me loudly when now being an adult, I forget who I am.

I miss very much, the love of my parents, without that love, this that I live today would not be possible, because just as trauma is transmitted generation after generation in the family tree, love is transmitted, deep love.

I miss laughing, playing ball, shuttlecock, dancing, that was creating memories every day, of those unrepeatable moments.

Dad and mom always found a way to have fun with us, they did it according to our personalities (we are 8 brothers) to our tastes and preferences. It wasn't all about taking care of us, protecting us, guiding us and being an authority.

I shared with them, and my brothers the joy to live, if you knew how much good it does us as children any bond like cooking together, listening to music, drinking ice cream, doing sports and on weekends cleaning our play spaces 😀 it was part of the discipline of my military dad from the army in my country, he was something severe, about it, today with 90 years in retirement situation, he still lives and I thank him lovingly teach me to be very disciplined and responsible.

Why do I miss this thing I'm writing about, about my childhood?

My answer is simple Galenkp, real and genuine connection, I think there is no recipe to connect with our childhood, there is only that depending on the support, guidance and love of mom and dad, for my siblings and for me, it was always at all times, and for them, the most important thing was that we their children were eight healthy and happy children.

The security with which we grew up depended on that support, reinforcement, guidance and love at that age, today as an adult I keep in mind how much I enjoyed my childhood. Life goes by very quickly, and not everything can be rigor.

Janitze 🌹