History Of Love And Overcoming

I write my story, well this is not teaching how we should be, if not, tell you that there is an alternative, and is always act with love.

My daughter is now 14 years old and since she was 8 she started with bad behavior at school, I let her spend the first years thinking that it would be something temporary, already reaching the major courses 7 and 8 years, she was already conditional at school by various disorders and attitudes that went against the regulations of the Catholic College where he was, I never thought that she would cause me so much trouble and pain, I always thought that I was a good mom and I did not deserve this.

We started with my husband with a lot of problems, we were always called to the school to meet with teachers, guidance counselors, and the school principal to tell us that our daughter was a problem and had to leave school, they were always negative, they never highlighted something positive. She, as if she did not have any.

As a result of so many problems of bad behavior, I looked for thousands of ways that she would change and always chose the most aggressive, punishments, take things away, and worst of all take away the greeting and every word, I did not address her, I gave her orders through others.

She fell, for everything, as in a depression, which did not allow her to get ahead, she did not want her, in any way, she did not accept her body, she did not laugh anymore, she had a little face and nothing interested her.

I found out in one of the many times that I went to school that the group she was with was not the right one, and she did not have the strength to get away and fell into the action of the rest to be accepted. That made me very angry and punished her and punished her.

Finally, the problem was maximum, since she had to enter middle school and I did not want her to stay in a bad school, without discrimination, one always wants the best for her children, although many times, it is what we would like to us and not them. They had already expelled her from the school, although I went to her knees to give her another chance, in the last year she had to go.

Reading and talking about the topic, how I could help her, because my heart was dying together with my daughter to see her suffer and I did not have the tools to help her, get to the psychologist with her, on a par with a natural treatment, flowers of bash They helped her, yes, but momentarily because she still had problems.

She learned with in the treatment, that she really had a problem and I learned that the problem was me. Yes, although I could not believe it, she felt far away, oblivious, she did not have the confidence to speak to me because she was afraid to do it.

Spend some time trying to understand, to assimilate that in this being a parent, we know that nobody teaches us and we are so worried that our children will surpass us and be better than us, that we forget to give love and confidence to them.

Meditate and meditate, besides, I read a lot, self-help books, and they know that I get to a book that made a lot of sense to me, it's called Conversations with God, I will not try to convince you to read it and that its content is true, only that reading it I found the meaning I was looking for, I could find out what was the way to address my daughters, especially with the older one, I learned after trying so hard to discover myself, that with my daughter the only way to help her was giving her more attention and love, I was punishing her with a conversation and a kiss, telling her that for me it was very important, as was her sister, who was beautiful and who would always try to help and support her, that together we would get ahead.

I started to put all this into practice, accept that the problem was mine and the solution had to face me, believe me it cost me a lot, I asked myself why should I change, if it is she who has the problems. Thanks to me, to God, and to my daughter who allowed me to change, things worked.

And in a very short time she changed, her eyes came back to shine again, her joy is more constant, we approached each other, believe me now, she embraces me, when before doing it, she rejected me. We are growing, we are accepting, we are changing with love, we are acting with love.

She is still a little bad at the high school, the one who looked and thought it was good for her, and also gave her the opportunity despite the fact that the previous school report was decadent, now I accept and try to help her as soon as I can , and I congratulate her for her achievements and when she does badly I congratulate her for the effort and I tell her that she can do more and she must be better.

I hope, only with anxiety that she will go ahead in whatever she decides, and that she will be the happiest woman with what she chooses to be. Like my youngest daughter.