Now I am 27. My acquaintance with my future spouse took place at 19. It should be noted that before that I loved noisy companies and entertainment until the morning. So, pretty natusavshis I got married at 21 years old, then I started working as a teacher in school. Two years later, as planned, she gave birth to the desired baby. In general, she became a young mother and realized that this status is a great occasion for others to give advice, teach, etc.
But I believe that youth has been given to man in order to live in a carnival rhythm. And this applies not only to those who are not burdened by family, but also to those who have already managed to acquire social statuses.
I may not be as often as I wanted, but I go hanging out. My life did not go in cycles in the child, the husband, life and work. I meet friends, sometimes we allow ourselves a drink, dance to nostalgic melodies, while not forgetting to discuss our adult affairs. This is a good pastime, but that sincere carnival fun of early youth is not. For the time being, I assumed that his time had passed.
At 27, I’m mom Marina and teacher Marina Vladimirovna. But simply Marina has no place in life. And the body requires something unusual. But radically changing your life is pretty stupid, especially if you like your job and you enjoy spending time with your family. And turning everything to hell is very stupid when you love family and work.
Not so long ago I became interested in rap. This amazing activity helped me harmonize an adult and a seated indoor teenager. Watching Versus Battle, you still remain a spectator, but you want to participate in this event.
From Thursday to Friday, I flipped through The Village's guidebook, found in it an article about the 1703 bar. I wanted to drive up at least with a stroller and look at least at the door of this recklessly fun place that has an absolutely unique atmosphere.
The next night, I danced with friends at a party in honor of Agutin's birthday. Pre-recharged coffee to distract the body from years of maternal lack of sleep, I did an excellent dance. During breaks for a smoke break, friends pestering me with questions about my daughter’s “jokes”. After the party, my friend and I went at least with one eye to look at the famous St. Petersburg bar “1703”, until morning came, and again I became a pumpkin mom.
I don’t remember the last time I drank wine in the early morning and even in the city center. We ended up in a bar where for the first 10 minutes I was expecting the scenario “From Dusk Till Dawn” with a girl dancing on the table. One of those present appeared there, but everything was pretty decent: without vampires, Sex machines. My friend and I slowly came to a relaxed state and also began to dance.And it was equally good under “their” rapper Face and under “our” Noize MC, under the compositions of which I again became just Marina. You can’t get out, not Marina’s mom, Marina Vladimirovna’s, but a young attractive woman who looked like the one who, at the time of her reckless youth, was hanging out in her beloved St. Petersburg bar “Tsypa”.
I recall that then in “Tsypa” we constantly met a young mother, about 27 years old. At that time, we, young and familyless, were perplexed about this, partially condemning her. And now I understand how wrong it was.
Over the 3 years of motherhood, I realized that condemning someone, at least, is stupid. After all, in time you yourself may find yourself in any situation. Become a mom:
- endlessly admiring his baby, heaping his photos with social networks;
- breastfeeding in public (or not nursing at all);
- abiding in postpartum depression;
- with pleasure closes from the whole world or dreams of having a break at a wild party.
The carnival was, is and will be. And young mothers have the right to remain women in the full sense of the word, active, young and beautiful, because she is not only a mother. And I want to believe that youth is a loose concept.
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There is nothing wrong with walking with friends, drinking and having fun, but not to the detriment of the child. It is not normal for a parent who returns in the morning to breathe a fume for his beloved child, and then heaps up to move away from a stormy night. It is not normal when this happens every Friday or Saturday, or for the sake of dancing, the child goes to the hated grandmother or nanny. And this applies not only to the behavior of mom, but also dad.
I completely agree that mom should also rest. Personally, when my child was small, I called a nanny. At first I was against the nanny, but my husband convinced me. Indeed, the nanny is the best friend and assistant. I advise everyone to call a nanny.