My little girl is four years old. Thanks to her I can imagine perfectly as it was Margaret Thatcher when she was small.Every morning I wake up with fear, just to think that I have to wake up her. First you must argue with her -Good morning Elena its a beautiful day! come on! get up! – But I want to sleep. Let me sleep.
She don´t move. I am pacifist, I must be patient, I must not start to shout…
I can entry in her room for four or more times each morning, trying to know how I am going to do this time. But the time is running.
-Please Elena, we must to go to school, come on or We will be late.
-But I don´t want to go to school.
I make her presents, all type of promise …and when I finally get to take her to the bathroom to wash her face, then:
-Mum, I don´t want this clothes. I don´t like them.
-But you loves pink!
-Not today mum.
This is when I realize me how hard is going to be my life. And still I must dress her, have breakfast and get her to the childcare. And we aren´t talking about afternoon.