You see, I live in constant fear for the life of my child. From the very moment of birth until now, I am in tension. We have to go to kindergarten and I am already worried about how my son will be without me. We are together everywhere, I don’t even rest at night. He wakes up He cries often. Of course, I get tired. He’s also so lively and active. It’s hard for me to keep up with him. I need one thing, then another. He doesn’t go to strangers, doesn’t try to play with other kids, it’s easier to be alone in the sandbox than with someone else. then. It’s difficult for me to maintain the same order. And this is also worrying. I do household chores when my husband comes late in the evening. No, I don’t have time to do my own things. The child won’t get out of my hands. He doesn’t play for a long time. I seem to be busy all day, but I don’t get much done. I can’t do anything , what you have planned. Imagine the bar of planned tasks? Oh, it’s high, I can only touch it with my hand extended upwards. Tell me about the goals that you have achieved? Ah.... I rarely achieve my goal. There’s nothing to even remember. The institute, yes, but it wasn’t my choice. I want to become a designer. But I won’t be. I’m already a little over thirty years old. Tell me about what I know about my birth... My mother said that they pulled me in, the birth was difficult. Imagine being little in your mother’s tummy before birth? Oh, how good it is there: warm, safe, I feel my mother’s care. No, I don’t want to be born, I feel comfortable here. Yes, I am a long-awaited child and a loved one. I see the light, but I don’t want to come out. How long will I be in my tummy? Interesting question. Let my mother think about it. Yes, I feel irresponsible, but how did you understand this? It wasn’t easy to admit it yourself. Let’s talk about it... Now I understand that I have never felt remorse if someone did for me what I could do on my own. That is, I am afraid for my son, because for me this is a huge responsibility... Yes, I didn’t want to get pregnant for a long time and “ to have a child. My husband insisted. Throughout the pregnancy there was a threat of miscarriage. And then this birth... And the child is still restless. Take responsibility for your birth? Take your time, think and make the first movements towards the light? Oh, it turns out. Interesting, and what is there? Hurray, I was born and they didn’t push me! I want to learn how to achieve goals, but they are so vague and distant. Set goals step by step? So, first for a week and if you managed to achieve it, then for two weeks and encourage yourself? This is great, I’ll buy fabric for a dress. Then for a month, six months, nine months... How interesting! I’ll try. This is probably what I need. Imagine your fear? It seems to me that this is no longer a huge abyss, but high mountains .Do I want to climb up? Yes, I’m going and fast enough. I’m on the mountain! I look down from top to bottom. It’s a pleasant feeling, some kind of freedom! I want to shout: “Hurray!!!” And I’m not scared. That means mountains for me are peaks and I can achieve them...I even know what I’ll do this week. There’s a new feeling that my son will cope and adapt. Great: “I am Responsibility!"