Disculpes

Pensava que no arribaria mai aquest dia. El dia en que na Júlia me demanàs disculpes per voluntat pròpia (i esperant alguna cosa més que el perdó per part meva, però això darrer ja ho tenia assumit).

Va ser l’altre dia. No es posava d’acord amb el seu germà per decidir qui es dutxava el primer. Al principi, cap dels dos volia ser el primer, i ho férem a cara o creu. Qui guanyava, triava posició. Va guanyar na Júlia, i va triar la segona, a en Tomeu li va anar bé, però quan ella va veure que el germà no protestava, va voler canviar i ser la primera… Però va fer tard! En Tomeu ja s’havia desvestit i entrava a la dutxa.

La rabieta va ser monumental, es va tirar enterra i va començar a plorar i a cridar perletes tipus “en aquesta casa no us import”, “ningú mai me fa cas”, “sempre he de fer el que diuen els altres”, movent braços i cames i amb la cara plena de mocs. Quan va veure que no funcionava es va despullar i va seguir amb el numeret, exactament igual, però sense roba.

En aquests casos, el que me funciona millor és ignorar-la (de reüll) fins que es calma, no me falla mai. Així que vaig esperar, i quan va decidir que s’havia acabat l’espectacle, ella totasoleta es va ficar a la dutxa, es va dutxar i aquí no ha passat res.

Quan li passava la pinta per desfer-li els embulls estavem una davant l’altra, davant el mirall. Es va mirar a ella al mirall, em va mirar a mi i me va dir: “mamà, me sap molt de greu”, no va demanar perdó ni me va dir “ho sent” (frases recurrents i dites sempre amb la boca petita). “Me sap molt de greu haver-me portat malament, t’he fet enfadar i no tenia raó”. Encara hi ha esperança.

ENGLISH VERSION

Apologies

I thought this day would never come. The day that Júlia would said she was wrong and was sorry for it (hoping something more than forgiveness, but that’s another story).

But that day was the other day. Julia and her brother were trying to decide who was going to be the first in taking a shower. At first, neither of them wanted to be first, and we had to toss it. The one who won, chose position. Julia won and she chose to be the second. It was OK for Tomeu, but when she saw that his brother agreed she suddenly wanted to change… But it was too late! Tomeu had already got undressed and he was under the shower .

The tantrum was monumental. She throw herself on the floor and began to cry and scream “no one takes care of me in in this house”, “everybody ignores me”, “I always do what others say”, moving arms and legs and with her face face full of snot. When she realised that it wouldn’t work she got undressed and keep on with her “show”, exactly the same, but without clothes.

In these cases, what it works for us is ignore her until she calms down, it never fails me. So I waited , and when she decided that the show was over , she got in the shower, showered and nothing has happened.

After the shower when I was combing her hair in front of the mirror she looked at her in the mirror, the she looked at me and she said, “Mum, I’m so sorry. I’m very sorry I have misbehave. I made you angry and I knew I wasn’t right” There is still hope.

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