Red Corner by Julia Ovchinnikova

My son is five. He is still too young to be fully responsible for himself, but he's already mature enough to say “no” and it must be taken into account. Accepting his growing-up is difficult for me. For quite a while I refused to admit this to myself, as the excessive anxiety for the child seemed justified. After all, the child was still very young. But when will he be grown up enough to recognise himself as a separate person from his mother?

Here, I explore the topic of psychological separation between me and my son. We are not a single whole, but different people. And that's great but it's still not so easy at first. fear and anxiety for the child sometimes take over. This story is about my feelings and fears, expressed metaphorically. A story about how overprotection and attachment can become traumatic