Rosa, who loves roses 🌹, cannot grow roses 1

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Hello. I am Rosa.🌹
To everyone,
thank you always for your likes and follows!

Thanks to you, making notes is fun,
and it makes me feel like "I'll do my best!"
I am grateful.☺️

It has been over 20 days since I started writing articles,
and I have been working on them enthusiastically in my time outside of my main job,
thinking, "I want to deliver good information to everyone!"

But today, I will relax my shoulders
and talk about myself.

The Three Little Pigs

I have three children.
Now they are each living as working adults and as individuals.

But when they were small,
I called them the three little pigs.
(Of course, with plenty of love💕)

The other day, there was a day when the "little pigs all gathered!"🐷🐷🐷

The younger two live outside the prefecture.
The middle child was here for business,
and the youngest returned home to attend a friend's wedding.

Since the youngest is getting married this summer,
my wish that "I want the family to gather one more time before the ceremony!"
came true.

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My grandchildren also live with me, so that night was a big commotion.
I didn't make a feast,
just spinach ohitashi, lotus root kinpira,
soba noodles, grilled sweet potatoes, and stir-fried meat.

Like in the old days,
I wanted to eat a normal dinner with everyone.
I wanted to sit around the dining table talking noisily.

How happy that is.
Those days of the past will never return.

Giving birth to them,
nursing them,
crying, laughing, and holding them tight,
child-rearing is truly difficult and there is no clear right answer.

Mistaking them for extensions of myself,
expecting too much or trying to stay one step ahead...

Even after doing it three times,
I don't know if I did a satisfactory job raising them.

Watching my daughter raise her own children,
I can finally view child-rearing objectively.

I can finally see it calmly,
praising or reflecting on my past self.
Finally.

So, even though it is already too late,
there are many things I want to apologize to my little pigs for.

I'm sorry for being that kind of mother.
But I believe I raised you with all my might.

And thank you so much
for being born as my children.

I love you, my three little pigs.

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If there is a mother out there currently struggling with child-rearing...

First, take a deep breath.
Let's relax our shoulders.
Let out a loud voice and cry to your heart's content.
Tears will heal you.

Children are precious. They are treasures, aren't they?
But,
you yourself are also very important.

Please take care of your own heart first.
With your favorite drink,
please warm your heart and body.

Raising children is raising parents.
It was incredibly tough, but,
it taught me more about life than anything else.

Because you can't redo it,
no,
you can't redo it, but,
it's fine if you face it with care.
It's all about that accumulation.

Since they are children who chose to come to you,
a day will surely come when they understand.
Let's believe and walk forward.

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Even though I love roses, I can't grow them...

I love roses.
But,
no matter how much I adore them, I can't grow them well.
So I will keep going steadily.



The happiness of finding note,
where I can express my thoughts.

I would like to express my gratitude
to everyone involved with note.

Please have a wonderful day today as well. 🌹

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