Yesterday evening, the pincers of worry finally stopped squeezing my poor little heart.
\nBecause I had \u201creclaimed\u201d my heart\u2019s captain, Do, into my arms!<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t complain.
\nBut my weekend was challenging.<\/p>\n
When you\u2019re supposed to feel joy at the thought that Christmas is just around the corner\u2014you end up walking around with your heart pressed as if under a heavy little stone.<\/p>\n
Dominykas\u2014the young archer.
\nFor two years now, he\u2019s been \u201cearning\u201d a tough kind of bread through this activity.
\nThis weekend was the first time we sent him off to the mandatory winter session.
\nWith an overnight stay in the forest under the open sky.
\nWith a personal night-time orientation hike.
\nWith a backpack weighing 17+ kg, which I could barely manage to carry myself.<\/p>\n
I lay in a soft, warm bed, and for the first time in my life\u2014it felt as if it were pierced with thorns. Like it had been sprinkled with shards of glass.
\nBetter than ever hearing the wind roar outside.
\nMore often than on other nights\u2014I clutched the folds of the curtains\u2014watching to see if it had started snowing yet.<\/p>\n
And it did. And heavily.
\nI know he\u2019s strong.
\nI know he\u2019s patient and smart.
\nBut this weekend, I also remembered all my motherly worries from my own adolescence and those golden words that sounded like a drum orchestra in my ears:
\n“Just because you\u2019re grown-up doesn\u2019t mean I love you any less.”<\/p>\n
Truly.
\nNow I understand so much more. Differently.
\nAnd earlier, when I heard the saying \u201clittle children, little troubles\u201d, I would raise my eyebrows:
\n“What could be harder than a crying, sleepless, destructive baby?”
\nN o t h i n g!<\/p>\n
How unbelievably wrong I was.
\nWhile we still have them in our arms.
\nWhile they snuggle cozily beside us\u2014life is really incomparable, much easier than when you have to let them out of sight.
\nPlacing them deep in your heart. As if it were their guarantee of safety.
\nWhen you can\u2019t see, can\u2019t know if they\u2019re cold, in pain, or scared\u2026<\/p>\n
It pierces your heart like the sharpest needle.
\nOne honed by MOTHERLY LOVE.<\/p>\n
MUA,
\nEmotionally tangled and \u201cuntangled,\u201d
\nMama V.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17816","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17816","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17816"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}