An ancient castle in the deep woods. A lot of it windows, floors, turrets. Sitting in a room of a beautiful princess, and she cries. Swung his light brown braid on the street - a long braid to the ground pulled out. Behind her bed stands. In her child - crying, my mother is calling. A beautiful princess, not before. It is a pity, bitter Duma thinks like her one with a baby in a castle hard, but the prince was waiting with his work to his office vest complain.

Sound familiar? For example, I myself - so I was eight or nine years ago. Of course, I worked a little, as usual, write, edit, when the child is asleep, even earning a little money. But all this seemed insignificant compared to the lost world for me, which was outside the apartment. The pressure of these walls were so severe that my husband got home, got the full of my misery.

I lamented that I could no longer live like this, that he must, simply must come up with my job, after all, to do instead of me bringing up the child. I said that can no longer sit within the four walls that I can, I can earn money and rather go to work for the family ... My husband refined, who at this moment would be to breastfeed, and I choked back tears. And I even had no idea that everything is easy and simple to change - just start to a very different side. With sobs so sorry for myself does not help. And then what is the use? Now I know the answer to this question and wish to share them with you.

Area deaths

There is a concept - "zone of death". In business, it means artificially created conditions for the entrepreneur to motivate yourself to move forward. Also, the term used to describe military operations. Remember, in the Great Patriotic War was an appeal: "nowhere to retreat! Behind Moscow! "So, this is the zone of death. But we die with you in it is not necessary. Enough to start your imagination. Imagine that you were on a desert island. With the child. There's enough warmth. Food grows on trees, floating in the water, the cabin can be constructed from available material. But back home - at the moment - no way. What do you do?

Does pulling your hair, moan, cry, straining of powerlessness and self-pity? Let it be so, but how long will it last? When the voice of reason will prevail over despair? When turned on survival instinct, will have an effect of hunger? Behind you is crying child. He wants to be finally put to the breast. Unknown to him a sense of despair and lost hope. He lives a short-term needs. You turn around, not knowing how he can at this moment - the pain and the stunning tragedy - want to eat! But go feed him, you feel like coming milk, he hungrily suckling as power returned to you.

You look at the world - and see it a little different than a few minutes ago. He has changed: no longer a black and white, got a lot of paint. Somewhere on the horizon begins to pink sunset from the water wafted a pleasant evening coolness. And then you remember that day is night, and at night - the night. Need to roost, build yourself and your child any roof over their heads. Heart starts beating frantically: what am I a fool, so much time lost in vain! You have carefully puts the sleeping baby on the warm sand and start to act ...

Kid oversleep as long as you cook him another bed. He can wait. He will always wait as long as necessary, when my mother busy. In this reality there is no guesswork and assumptions, estimates and opinions of others. There are facts: a child who wants to eat and sleep, explore the world, to develop. A mother who has other than eating and sleeping, there are other needs: to create, to create something new, beautiful, kind, helping others. There is no place fears. They appear only when we forget about their needs.

Where the fear has no place

... Tomorrow starts the new day. You stand up. Pull at your pleasure. Look around. A few steps from the rolls you wave good sea views. You lift your eyes and see the sun, which rose to warm you with its rays. Go barefoot to the water, feeling the awakening sand. You can swim, run around on the waves, build a hut to live in his pleasure. The whole world in front of you and for you! .. No matter what you currently have under your feet: parquet, linoleum or sand. It does not matter when the sun rose. It still shines for you. It still is ready to comfort you with its rays. Remember, what you want from this life, which is created for you. An ancient castle in the deep woods. A lot of it windows, floors, turrets. Sitting in a room of a beautiful princess. Only that she was crying, but suddenly got up, smiled and wiped away her tears blond braid. Turned to her baby, he winked and gave her hands to him: "Why do we cry, waiting for dad? After all, we can wait for it to have fun, right? "