Like the First Day at School...

Who doesn't remember the first day at school?

She was holding my hand while we were walking the stairs.

Children crying around were like kilometers away

since I could only feel my shaking legs

and I cold not get rid of a lump on my throat ,

tears were ready to fall...

A few minutes together, then thousand kisses, a hug. See you later.

Children bring us back to the start, they teach us, once again, how to walk.

Start over.

Again, with the load of mistakes and the lightness of the experience.

Today is like my first day at school,

we have a full life to learn,

to fall,

to get up and try once more.

That lump was there 

because every start is overwhelming with curiosity

and with fears.

Feeling guilty...

It is always the same story,

not that it happens that often, but every time, soon after...it happens.

It happens that I feel guilty, 

that I tell myself over and over again " I raised my voice again"...and the tension is still rising up"; it happens that She seems to understand that I have not way out, and it happens that I would love to delete that moment.

Then it also happens that I say "I am not perfect, I am learning everything as well, day by day, event by event. In fact I do not know nothing about what it means to be a parent...I don't know, I am learning everything with you. 

Now let's try to grow together.