Insatiable longing for child-free times
"If you want, you can also have a few hours for yourself, we will then take care of the children in time!" When my mother-in-law pronounced this sentence aloud during supper, she probably only began to guess which bonds she would bind me with blew up. Children free. Time only for my husband and me alone. The doors of my inner prison were opened, the smell of freedom was already in the air. And yet there was something else. A feeling that gave me a big lump in my throat the next undisturbed moment and brought tears to my eyes. It was the knowledge of the finiteness of these child-free moments.