This is my post n ยบ 101. While
said that 100 would close the blog, and even if they have half left, I found this letter from a mother to her children that I liked so much that I wanted to post it here. Whenever
want to talk to mothers on television show women with children in their arms, smiling, sweet, loving, without a hint of weariness, and beautifully made-up phrases that add wonderful posters.
Lies!
selfless moms are not lovers and hardened warriors who sacrifice everything they can. Moms cry
hugging the pillow when no one sees us, we ask for epidural during childbirth and in 17 languages \u200b\u200bputeamos when we have to set the alarm at 2 am to go looking for a party.
When we say we do not fight with that classmate who tells them 'dwarf' or 'four eyes', and give them all sorts of explanations conciliatory, actually would like to have the neck of the little executioner in our hands.
And we think the old geography is a nasty note let-down they do not know how many meters measure the Aconcagua, in the end, who cares horns. But it
we can say.
Not that we love to spend hours in the kitchen trying to get the fish does not taste like fish and vegetables hiding in all sorts of potions, instead of throwing a burger on the grill .... Is that we are afraid that will not grow as it should.
Not that we really worry about matching or not a bag ... Is that we are afraid of getting sick.
Not that we want more when bathing .... We do not want anyone to tell them rusty.
not do it for you We do it for us.
Because being a mom has nothing to do with pregnancy, babies and smiles aspirinetas.
It is about loving someone more than oneself. To be capable of anything as long as you do not suffer. Nothing, never, never.
You make us happy .... when we love our cutlets, when we considered wise to answer all questions in TV contests.
When they come crying loudly because he scraped his knee and give us the ability to give comfort and bandages. When I first raised
tell us, how beautiful you are, Mom.
You make us better.
We feel like and forces. We would eat a raw Gurkha before they touch a finger of the foot. We wash our faces and left the bathroom with a smile from ear to ear to make them know that life is good, but we go as the Rev. ...
Chiquititas sing songs and listen to see Barney and lice and bought and reviewed 500 times Nopucid table 2 and fix the carburetor to take the kids to football, English, drawing, a psychologist, a basketball, to volleyball, dancing, the home of a friend, a particular teacher, dentist, doctor, buy a pair ...
And we put together 24 bags with little ring and bracelets and try to make the cake look like a Pikachu and we look for another job and took out loans and buy our books and go to the psychiatrist and pediatrician and videos and negotiate with teachers and creditors and cut figurines and study together you rivers, provinces, the capitals of European countries and we get pretty and get angry and we laughed and we walked out of proportion and become the witch and the princess of all the stories ....
Exclusively to see them happy. HAPPY TO SEE THAT IS WHAT MAKES U.S. HAPPY.
wish we could hit the world with scotch tape (as the caretaker who fell in combat in the last war pajama party), to be a better place for you.
GET YOU FOR YOUR MOM. THANK YOU BECOME SO IMPORTANT .
Thanks for that crap they do at school with Corchito and toothpicks (which did not understand to serve but I keep religiously),
Thanks for the hugs, kisses, tears, pain, the teeth, the little notes, drawings on the refrigerator, Amoxidal, for many nights without sleep, newsletters, broken plants in the garden to play ball,
for my makeup ruined by being used to play mom for the photos ..... primary
are my best medals. Thank you because I love you. And that is love that makes me great.
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