Its hard to imagine how hard and difficult it is for someone else if you haven’t experienced the same. I have been repeating the same ways over and over again. Not because there was a book written for me, but because I remember some of the things my mom did and ofcourse the general ways moms would practise in Zimbabwe. I remember visiting our neighbours regurlarly. There I was allowed to babysit, carry their baby and sing some nice songs for the baby’s to sleep. And so do mothers help each other in most African countries.
I do not remember doing this differently with all my children. My mom always sang us to bed after a bedtime story, I remember that we used to sleep in the same room, now I very much realise that it wasn’t poorness like some believe.It was closeness and a way of building trust and confidence in a long term of lifetime.
Now we even have extra sleeping rooms and we chose to use these rooms for them to play and store some other things.
My Dutch husband found this so interesting and touching and he started learning the Shona song. Because our children are growing up in a different culture than I grew up in, we then try to look for balans by practising the positive influences from both cultures…