Months before the birth of my first son started talking to my colleagues, my friends and my ex - classmates. Especially in cases where the same person embodied the three roles (friend, classmate and work), my knowledge of their children and I had become an "uncle" fee of several of them. On the other hand, for those who do not take these three roles simultaneously, had at least some idea of \u200b\u200bthe approximate ages of their children and some of his avatars, particularly if the offspring include teenagers.
Scared as I was following some of them, years ago at the age at which humans usually breed, had commented on the anxieties that had caused her children, now as late father, returned to these informal reports and aged to ask my colleagues to help me dissolve those fears that my memory had probably contributed to magnify. Is it true that babies require a lot of attention the first few months? Do we disclose to the ignominy our baby to my wife and me? (The term "shame" I am not very clear, but it sounds like it must be something terrible, as the times I've heard that my favorite ancestor used the word indicates) Will domesticated creatures? Will it stop her crying for several hours to allow us to meet their other needs? Will we have time to go to work and buy food? How difficult is that the new humans become accustomed to our adult existence? Can we make our baby in a human right? Is it true that adolescence is even worse than children?
These and other questions arose in my conversations during which assumed that in the end, when several of them are grandparents or at least sweat odors that give them away as future in-laws imminent, had I done: 1) convince a beautiful woman to marry me, 2) convince to combine their genes with mine would be a good idea, and 3) combined in our genetic material facts so that she would be clearly pregnant. Of course, the first responses were more hilarity from you, by my haste to events that define only weeks, months, years or decades later. For example, my requests for information about how to turn your baby into a "good man" (once I knew that it was a male), were with answers like "we already defined it. Chances are your definition of good and of their vocation in life contrast with what you want or what you consider appropriate. For example, if you do not like rock music is highly likely that he likes. And if you hate this music, you might become a professional musician and is dedicated to play. But really take much for that to happen. Before you fall in love with the baby and when I grow up is likely to like what you now hate "
Gods of Olympus! So a child, I thought, could become the opposite of what I am. "And without realizing it, they added some of my interviewees who urged me to turn over the manual handling of children whose years of experience had enabled them to write," not only change you but you take away the time and you will change your life and all the priorities and see that what you did before no longer has the same meaning or the same priority it once had. " No! How could they not be important to me things like my job, my family, my friends, my books, my activities?
On the day of "landing" in a hospital Zapopan, I got into the delivery room to see from the start how would my child. And at the time it took the pile of surgeons who liked to draw fluids and make cuts in the skin of my poor wife, I came even more questions and I had no idea of who should raise them, "one day I will have this desire to mourn to see so much beauty concentrated in one child? Am I a good man to deserve this baby? How did this kid's mom for being so smart and put all that should lead the world? How will girls not to scream with excitement every time I see the world? How could I be so ready to find a woman to make babies much more beautiful than those raised by my own parents? How many Nobel prizes and what materials will my child? How can we hide that I was the father of the most handsome boy who had ever existed in the universe and the history and prehistory? Is there a way to hide it? "
Of course my friends and former colleagues - colleagues of the many schools that once passed, were not so foolish as to make me see that there were already other children's eyes their parents were the very definition of beauty, health, strength, poise, intelligence. Some I just went along and I responded that somehow would not only be a good man, but also keep my job for the kid might focus on issues more basic than learning music and other disciplines that would lead him to achieve multiple Nobel prizes. My friend Angels, who is also co-worker and sister of one of my ex - school friends, just ruled that my son had "fucked" and had left me far behind my demands. Once born the second son pointed out to me again - with words similar to those of the first hand - how their father being ruined me in my personal vanity but I became even worse in a vain my father's character.
With the news that my second son was on the way I restarted my research, because in reality none of my friends and colleagues I had given answers to allow me to guide my actions. I just did and realized that I needed now was a manual to use the time and work from time to time has been devoting hours of wakefulness and sleep thinking about my two babies. In my second round, and knowing that the time for social activities and even going out with my own wife terribly scarce, insisted to some about how to go about raising children and still be able to continue in professional life. My friend Alfredo, who was also "student" in any of my courses and then my co-worker because my boss now, he reflected that he actually had some ideas about what was NOT to do with the children, as his had resulted in children doing little things that he originally expected and that, at least his wife left him no time for anything.
Why nothing? But how? If the first to sleep from time to time and let me write a thing or even make some tables in my thesis so long delayed. How could the second take longer? And if it takes time: How can I use it to retrieve my access to certain activities, including which Serrat referred to as one that is what we like?
After the birth of second child, the questions I would like to answer a manual coat which increasingly less hopeful that it was written (at least in the context of a father and a couple of Guadalajara extraction living in a city that is also great resources sucker temporary residents) are basically finding ways more productive to the short time left between a bottle and the next, between night and morning, from one activity to the first child and other activities - often overlapping in tears, time and space - with the latter.
But there are other questions that occur to me as I watch my children grow at rates that sometimes seem excessive ("how are you already getting teeth if only just born a few moons ago? ") and sometimes seem slow (" How you still can not speak or read, or sing, or washing hands, or bicycle, or wash their hands or advised to make jumpers and puchús, if you have more than one year old. ") One such issue concerns the knot that is me in the neck, to me, so allergic to ties, the mere thought that one day the kids will turn around and say goodbye to go to the door of the nursery , kindergarten, schools and jobs, occupations and extended far beyond my supervision and the scope of his mother Q: How did that gesture by now the first of my children expelled the pacifier to devour guavas push my pleasure, one day become the gesture by which fanning the interests that bind me to him to devote himself to devour the world? How to adjust to the fact that the prediction of my friend José Luis, ex - classmate, "quasi-buddy and co-worker ever since I was your boss's boss, that my children will be suitors, and polyglot globetrotter end (at least partially) about to come true? Is there a way to support the children to become rebels we once were, while beings we become fixated on the welfare of the offspring and therefore we thought we were doing wrong?
Scared as I was following some of them, years ago at the age at which humans usually breed, had commented on the anxieties that had caused her children, now as late father, returned to these informal reports and aged to ask my colleagues to help me dissolve those fears that my memory had probably contributed to magnify. Is it true that babies require a lot of attention the first few months? Do we disclose to the ignominy our baby to my wife and me? (The term "shame" I am not very clear, but it sounds like it must be something terrible, as the times I've heard that my favorite ancestor used the word indicates) Will domesticated creatures? Will it stop her crying for several hours to allow us to meet their other needs? Will we have time to go to work and buy food? How difficult is that the new humans become accustomed to our adult existence? Can we make our baby in a human right? Is it true that adolescence is even worse than children?
These and other questions arose in my conversations during which assumed that in the end, when several of them are grandparents or at least sweat odors that give them away as future in-laws imminent, had I done: 1) convince a beautiful woman to marry me, 2) convince to combine their genes with mine would be a good idea, and 3) combined in our genetic material facts so that she would be clearly pregnant. Of course, the first responses were more hilarity from you, by my haste to events that define only weeks, months, years or decades later. For example, my requests for information about how to turn your baby into a "good man" (once I knew that it was a male), were with answers like "we already defined it. Chances are your definition of good and of their vocation in life contrast with what you want or what you consider appropriate. For example, if you do not like rock music is highly likely that he likes. And if you hate this music, you might become a professional musician and is dedicated to play. But really take much for that to happen. Before you fall in love with the baby and when I grow up is likely to like what you now hate "
Gods of Olympus! So a child, I thought, could become the opposite of what I am. "And without realizing it, they added some of my interviewees who urged me to turn over the manual handling of children whose years of experience had enabled them to write," not only change you but you take away the time and you will change your life and all the priorities and see that what you did before no longer has the same meaning or the same priority it once had. " No! How could they not be important to me things like my job, my family, my friends, my books, my activities?
On the day of "landing" in a hospital Zapopan, I got into the delivery room to see from the start how would my child. And at the time it took the pile of surgeons who liked to draw fluids and make cuts in the skin of my poor wife, I came even more questions and I had no idea of who should raise them, "one day I will have this desire to mourn to see so much beauty concentrated in one child? Am I a good man to deserve this baby? How did this kid's mom for being so smart and put all that should lead the world? How will girls not to scream with excitement every time I see the world? How could I be so ready to find a woman to make babies much more beautiful than those raised by my own parents? How many Nobel prizes and what materials will my child? How can we hide that I was the father of the most handsome boy who had ever existed in the universe and the history and prehistory? Is there a way to hide it? "
Of course my friends and former colleagues - colleagues of the many schools that once passed, were not so foolish as to make me see that there were already other children's eyes their parents were the very definition of beauty, health, strength, poise, intelligence. Some I just went along and I responded that somehow would not only be a good man, but also keep my job for the kid might focus on issues more basic than learning music and other disciplines that would lead him to achieve multiple Nobel prizes. My friend Angels, who is also co-worker and sister of one of my ex - school friends, just ruled that my son had "fucked" and had left me far behind my demands. Once born the second son pointed out to me again - with words similar to those of the first hand - how their father being ruined me in my personal vanity but I became even worse in a vain my father's character.
With the news that my second son was on the way I restarted my research, because in reality none of my friends and colleagues I had given answers to allow me to guide my actions. I just did and realized that I needed now was a manual to use the time and work from time to time has been devoting hours of wakefulness and sleep thinking about my two babies. In my second round, and knowing that the time for social activities and even going out with my own wife terribly scarce, insisted to some about how to go about raising children and still be able to continue in professional life. My friend Alfredo, who was also "student" in any of my courses and then my co-worker because my boss now, he reflected that he actually had some ideas about what was NOT to do with the children, as his had resulted in children doing little things that he originally expected and that, at least his wife left him no time for anything.
Why nothing? But how? If the first to sleep from time to time and let me write a thing or even make some tables in my thesis so long delayed. How could the second take longer? And if it takes time: How can I use it to retrieve my access to certain activities, including which Serrat referred to as one that is what we like?
After the birth of second child, the questions I would like to answer a manual coat which increasingly less hopeful that it was written (at least in the context of a father and a couple of Guadalajara extraction living in a city that is also great resources sucker temporary residents) are basically finding ways more productive to the short time left between a bottle and the next, between night and morning, from one activity to the first child and other activities - often overlapping in tears, time and space - with the latter.
But there are other questions that occur to me as I watch my children grow at rates that sometimes seem excessive ("how are you already getting teeth if only just born a few moons ago? ") and sometimes seem slow (" How you still can not speak or read, or sing, or washing hands, or bicycle, or wash their hands or advised to make jumpers and puchús, if you have more than one year old. ") One such issue concerns the knot that is me in the neck, to me, so allergic to ties, the mere thought that one day the kids will turn around and say goodbye to go to the door of the nursery , kindergarten, schools and jobs, occupations and extended far beyond my supervision and the scope of his mother Q: How did that gesture by now the first of my children expelled the pacifier to devour guavas push my pleasure, one day become the gesture by which fanning the interests that bind me to him to devote himself to devour the world? How to adjust to the fact that the prediction of my friend José Luis, ex - classmate, "quasi-buddy and co-worker ever since I was your boss's boss, that my children will be suitors, and polyglot globetrotter end (at least partially) about to come true? Is there a way to support the children to become rebels we once were, while beings we become fixated on the welfare of the offspring and therefore we thought we were doing wrong?
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