Once on the street I met a young woman sadly walking along the sidewalk, her head lowered, her face concentrated on something, her back bent. A couple of meters from her, from the back, slowly kicking the dust, walked a baby, a boy of about five, his head down, his arms dangling limply along his body, his back bent. They walked like two twins of different ages, with the same gait and a certain doom. By coincidence, I knew this woman and her sad life story. Somehow I had the opportunity to watch her play with a child. Both sat on the floor and the boy ran around her, affectionately pushing or pulling her to the side, trying in every possible way to involve his mother in the game. And she, limply, literally, like plasticine, softly and flexiblely, smiling sadly and looking as if through him, succumbed to his manipulations. He pushes her - and she falls, he pulls her hand - she goes in the right direction, he puts her down - and she stands. This beautiful woman responded with her whole body to the children’s manipulations, and the child, with all his childish excitement, tried, ran around her, did everything possible to make his mother come to life, or at least move. And when, tired of controlling his mother like a rag doll, the boy sits down next to her in the same position, and now both look “dullly” into the “emptiness.” And so it was until the paid time in the children's playroom ended. It’s a strange feeling - it seems like my mother is there, but it’s like she’s not there, she’s far away in her thoughts and experiences. Many women are familiar with this feeling when we “go away” into our own world, into the world of our thoughts and experiences, while refusing to perceive reality. But the strength of a child’s life is stronger than our adversities and sorrows, and he (the child) will look for his mother. I don’t know how long it will take, maybe days, maybe years. The child will try to connect his mother’s body with her soul, he will make every effort to ensure that his mother returns. K.o. he will do it, he will make the choice himself. Either diligent behavior, or provocative behavior, for example through aggression or illness. Any child loves his mother and wants her to live. She lived a full and healthy life, and then she will be able to See and Hear her child, and he will receive his portion (so necessary for him) of love from his mother. Dear, dear mothers! Do not shift your responsibility for your life onto the fragile shoulders of a child. Take care of yourself and your children!