Sometimes when I woke up the tears come to my eyes and feel my heart also cries because she misses.
strange voices, strange arrivals to the home at different times, strange foods used to prepare different meals to gladden the hearts of my children, because cooking pastries or croissants, or cannelloni and roast potatoes and sweet potatoes were the favorites of each of them.
A is not prepared to miss.
Or at least I am not prepared to miss and perhaps that is why I miss them both
A is prepared to have children, to raise children, to bathe, take them to school, work to maintain them.
One prepares for the next grade and learn once again to count and divide and multiply.
One prepares for the growing of the first little teeth or to applaud the first steps.
A prepares to become a mother to love and be in every act of love.
In postpone that dream blouse with ruffles so because first there are the gym shoes.
postpone that work in more profitable because the presence in the house and being with children do not fall into the category of options.
A is prepared to be happy, to live in the idyll of life and to live life in a cloud of love that sometimes turns into a dust that draws us or we try to shoot with the wind that brings it and puts in our path and prevents walk and suddenly makes us realize that we are alone with them, our children and we must continue on the road because they do not their fault that we did not think that sometimes life is not an idyll and the romances usually end and reality tend to hit and hurt the soul.
But all part of life.
One does not choose the cards that life deck, just the cards you get.
And sometimes you play good cards or letters fucking touch you.
And you have to play because if you fail to do so.
Chau, left. And in that chau
left, also chau were your children's children you brought into the world and for those things life now depend on you to continue studying and eating and passing grade and learning to count and multiply and divide and grow and eat and ... ..
And life goes by you do not have time to stop and think that someday the same life that brought you going to carry you into other directions, to other nests.
Because that's life and because it happened to me and probably happens to all women who bring children into the world and we are mothers and we are workers and laundresses and nurses and teachers and cooks. Women
multifunction in a time of life that makes us equal to men, but that just complicates his existence and transforms us into multifunctional to meet with all and maybe, maybe not fulfilling us.
Because at least to me so I thought.
And I'm not complaining.
That's why when I woke up in the morning and not hear the sound of voices and in the evening by not waiting and the arrival of each of them is like that I realize that something in me has triumphed at the same time has brought a sadness that has to do with the joy of having achieved the goal of experiencing absences as the greatest achievement of all my efforts.
Because it is the reality of realizing that the sparrows have flown the nest for so long that I care for them and pet them and enjoy them.
So strange and so I cry.
But do not cry with the feeling of loss producing losses.
cry with joy the feeling of thinking that are not with me, but where each of them wants to be and where I with my effort and my love and my dedication helped them to arrive.
My home is how an empty nest. Vacuum
But those presences that one day I settled in and made my day the happiest day of my life. Days
will not return and I would like to return to be better than what I was and to enjoy more of what I enjoyed every one of those moments, little moments of life that sometimes time into its vortex shit we do not lets see and enjoy as they should be cherished and enjoyed.
And then I feel that nothing will be equal and would give my life to get back to that moment where we were sitting together around the table at lunch and dinner
But then the phone rings.
And then the voice of my children back to this reality of life today is that back in life and in the infancy of my grandchildren.
Hi Mom.
All right?
I miss old, we are the weekend.
onward to victory
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