I hope you all had a good weekend.
Here autumn is now arrived and if you follow me on my social media accounts you may have noticed the pictures of my long walks with Bella.
Many of you will sure remember my post on the Jolie – Pitt team in which I wrote about their super popular Hollywood love story, and their 6 children.
Surely you all know that a few weeks ago our super couple get divorce leaving many fans speechless!
Obviously, this will not be another gossip post about them but something more…
At least I want to try!
Listening to the news of their divorce, I reminded of when in sixth grade, I had discovered that my classmate had divorced parents.
I knew what it meant, but I wasn`t entirely convinced.
I was wondering all the time how she use to spent her Sundays…
I know it may sound a bit strange the fact that she had divorced parents make me think only of how she spent her Sundays.
I was raised in a Catholic family, almost like everyone in Italy!!
During the week, I had to go to catechism and on Sunday at 11 o`clock it was church time.
It was a ritual to be respected if we wanted to observe the sacraments that the catholic church provides.
For me it was something more, after church we all use to go on my Grandparent’s house to eat, ravioli, gnocchi, lasagna in short anything my Grandma had prepared during the week.
It was always the same thing, I arrived at their house and went to wake my uncles and aunt who were still asleep, probably because of a Saturday celebrate with friends.
And then the best part, lunch time!
It was a little ritual that surely many of you had had too, but for me was very important.
So, that’s why every time I thought of my friend`s Sundays I wondered if she had the chance to spend it in this way.
I get my answer growing up. Yes, there are things that just growing up you understand, and you realize that despite the miles that separate you from your family, those Sundays are still imprinted inside you and wrinkling my nose I can also still smell my grandma’s lasagna get out the oven.
So, the answer was simple, she couldn`t pass my same Sundays because she simply wasn`t me.
I am a very lucky girl. I have not had to face great suffering, except those that the natural course of life makes you face, like the loss of a grandparent.
I am convinced that despite the divorce is a big suffering for children, at the same time perhaps it can be a salvation.
It is not love for the children to change is to mom and dad love for each other that change.
I call it the other side of love, is love that make us understand that separate you can give more and you can be more.
Some say that is when love ends that we decide to separate, but we all know that love cannot finish, otherwise what remains to us?
It`s simply another face!
I’m sure that if we can explain to our children this other side of love they will not be traumatized by the separation of mom and dad, they will suffer for it, but they will be able to understand that love for them by Mom and Dad will never change.
I don`t know if you ever saw the movie “Mrs. Doubtfire”, a wonderful movie that just growing up I realized that behind that hour and a half of laughter it hides a much deeper meaning. The film speaks of divorce and says that sometimes some parents, when they’re angry, they get along much better when they don’t live together. They don’t fight all the time, and they can become better people, and much better mummies and daddies. And sometimes they get back together. And sometimes they don’t. And if they don’t, children don’t have to blame themselves. Just because they don’t love each other anymore, doesn’t mean that they don’t their children. There are all sorts of different families. Some families have one mommy, some families have one daddy, or two families. And some children live with their uncle or aunt. Some live with their grandparents, and some children live with foster parents. And some live in separate homes, in separate neighborhoods, in different areas of the country – and they may not see each other for days, or weeks, months… even years at a time.
But if there’s love…
those are the ties that bind,
and we’ll have a family in our heart,
I hope you enjoyed the post …
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Kiss from KiKa.