З життя
«Одна сварка з донькою позбавила мене права бачити онуку…»
Йшла звичною дорогою до дитячого садка — тією самою, якою вже роками бігаю за своєю улюбленицею Софійкою. Зазвичай онучка помічала мене першою й мчалася з криком: «Ба-а-а-а!» у мої обійми. Але цього разу все було інакше. Я побачила її здалеку: вона зробила крок назустріч, очі запалали, але вихователька відразу зупинила її, щось тихо шепнула — і Софійка, похилившись, повернулась та пішла в куток з іграшками. А мені та сама вихователька спокійним, але співчутливим тоном пояснила:
— Вибачте, але мама залишила заяву. Віддавати дівчинку можна лише їй чи батькові. Більше нікому.
Я стояла, ніби в землю вросла. Наче по обличчю вдарили. Як так? Чому? Адже я ж не чужа! Це ж моя онучка… Я завжди була поруч — не заради подяки, а з любові.
Моя донька Оксана вийшла заміж п’ять років тому. А через два роки народилася Софійка — наше сонечко. Я не просто допомагала, я буквально влилася в їхній ритм життя: годувала, гуляла, колихала, читала казки, відводила до садка та забирала. Особливо коли Оксана з чоловіком потонули в роботі. Зять часто затримувався до ночі, Оксана приходила під кінець дня — у групі залишалася лише Софійка та один хлопчик, чиї бабуся й дідусь живуть у іншому місті. А я — поруч! Завжди була!
Але вся ця біль і образа спалахнули через, здавалося б, звичайну розмову за суботньою кавою. Я принесла пиріжки, Софійці — нову ляльку, і помітила, що в Оксани змінилася хода й округлився животик. Підозри підтвердилися — вона чекала другу дитину. І я, як мати, не змогла мовчати:
— Оксаночко, ти що, справді вирішила ще одну народити за ваших-то фінансів?
Вона спокійно відповіла:
— Так. Ми хочемо. Вважаємо, що саме час. Різниця між дітьми буде якраз підходяча.
І тут почалося. Я не стрималася: нагадала, що квартира в іпотеці, що на роботі ледь не на пальцях ходять, аби начальство не звільнило, що ледве живуть із зарплати до зарплати. Я відверто сказала, що не уявляю, як справлюся із двома онуками на руках.
Оксана спалахнула. Зять мовчки вийшов із кімнати, не бажаючи втручатися, а вона — вилила все:
— Ми тебе ніколи ні про що не просили! Ти сама бігаєш, сама пропонуєш допомогу, а тепер ще й у претензії? ДякуА тепер я стояла біля паркану дитячого садка, дивилася крізь ґрати на свою Софійку і знала, що мій материнський досвід і поради більше нікому не потрібні.
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