Saludos cordiales a la comunidad #Womentribe junto a mi deseo de salud junto a todos sus familiares,
donde se encuentren.
La palabra Madre es inmensa, cada uno desde su experiencia puede expresar el sentimiento a una madre asì haya vivido experiencias no significativas junto a ella, siempre hay algo que resaltar en una Madre.
En una memoria de cuando niña veo a mi madre siempre dedicada a las labores del hogar: cocina, lava, plancha. La atenciòn hacia mi padre siempre pendiente de sus comidas y ropa limpia por el tipo de trabajo, pasaba todo el dìa fuera desde las 5 de la mañana hasta las 4 de la tarde hora de llegada. Mi mamà lo esperaba con la taza de cafè recièn hecho para su bienvenida despuès de un arduo dìa laboral.
Sì crecì miràndola en cada actividad que realizaba en el hogar, siempre asistìa a las reuniones que era convocada en el colegio. Ahora me doy cuenta que hacia mi nunca habìa gesto de llamarme la atenciòn o reprenderme por algo, serà que estaba tan cansada porque fuimos 8 hermanos y yo la nùmero 7 màs 2 primos maternos que convivìamos en la casa; se podràn imaginar el trabajo que mi madre tenìa con los màs grandes. Cuanta responsabilidad con nosotros y los sobrinos.
Puedo recordar cuando a mi hermano mayor que se confabulaba con uno de los primos y andaban enamorados con las chicas del momento y mi mamà formando esas cantaletas a ellos.
Unos de los recuerdos que siempre estàn presentes es que a pesar de las limitaciones que se pudieran tener en esos años, llegaba por lo menos una vez a la semana con Torontos, el valor de ellos en esos años era una locha(para los que recuerdan lo que era la locha, de 12 cèntimos) compraba 8 por un bolìvar, uno para cada uno...en esos momentos mis primos todavìa no compartìan con nosotros.
A pesar que siempre estaba en casa siempre tenìa sus aspiraciones a hacer dinero. Iniciò ventas de tortas y ponquecitos, dulces de guayaba, catalinas, besitos y otras cosas màs. Recuerdo que yo era quien las llevaba a la bodega donde hacìan las ventas.
Siempre fue muy emprendedora, al mismo tiempo se limitaba...ahora en la actualidad entiendo esas limitaciones que la paralizaban.
La palabra Madre significa mucho para mi puedo describirla en tres palabras como: Ser de Amplia Energìa.
De pequeños se celebraba con las actividades que se realizaban en el colegio, actos , poesìas, canciones, dedicatorias. Entregar los detalles que las maestras nos dirigìan para hacerlos. Meriendas que se compartìan.
En casa, fuera de los regalos del colegio siempre se le tenìa algo especial, tambièn recuerdo unas vecinas que crecimos juntas tambièn le hacìan llegar presentes. Se hacìa alguna comida que no se cocinaba siempre; sin faltar la torta, la gelatina, el quesillo.
Estos festejos cambiaron con el tiempo, por muchas razones. El sentimiento siempre està allì.
Este año la tengo conmigo en mi casa, ya tengo como tres dìas pensando que comida hago para hacerla sentir mejor por lo que estamos pasando estos dìas, todavìa no he llegado a concretar. Sè que ya se me ocurrirà algo.
La disfruto mucho, le escucho cada historia y recuerdo que le viene a la mente asì lo repita las veces que quiera, de cuando era niña, de su abuela, de cuando se casò...pero sus historias se basan màs en su infancia y adolescencia. Pienso que son las èpocas que recuerda con màs felicidad. Gracias a Dios su mente està super clara, màs bien me dice mija ya es la hora de mi medicina.
Warm greetings to the #Womentribe community and my best wishes for the health of all your family members,
Invito a @tiaene @elemaria AQUI POST de invitaciòn.
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Warm greetings to the #Womentribe community and my best wishes for the health of all your family members,
wherever they are.
The word Mother is immense, everyone from their own experience can express the feeling to a mother even if they have lived not significant experiences with her, there is always something to highlight in a mother.
In a memory of when I was a child I see my mother always dedicated to the housework: cooking, washing, ironing. The attention to my father, always taking care of his meals and clean clothes because of his job, he was out all day from 5 in the morning until 4 in the afternoon when he arrived. My mother would wait for him with a cup of freshly brewed coffee to welcome him after a hard day's work.
I did grow up watching her in every activity she did at home, always attending the meetings she was called to at school. Now I realize that she never called my attention to me or reprimanded me for anything, maybe she was so tired because we were 8 siblings and I was number 7 plus 2 maternal cousins who lived together at home; you can imagine the work my mother had to do with the older ones. How much responsibility with us and the nephews and nieces.
I can remember when my older brother was in cahoots with one of the cousins and they were in love with the girls of the moment and my mother would make them sing those songs.
One of the memories that are always present is that despite the limitations that one could have in those years, I would arrive at least once a week with Torontos, the value of them in those years was one locha (for those who remember what a locha was, 12 cents) I would buy 8 for a bolivar, one for each one...in those moments my cousins still didn't share with us.
Although he was always at home he always had his aspirations to make money. He started selling cakes and cakes, guava candies, catalinas, kisses and other things. I remember that I was the one who took them to the bodega where they made the sales.
She was always very enterprising, but at the same time she limited herself...nowadays I understand those limitations that paralyzed her.
The word Mother means a lot to me, I can describe it in three words: Being of Ample Energy.
When we were little we celebrated with the activities that took place at school, acts, poems, songs, dedications. Delivering the details that the teachers directed us to make them. Snacks that were shared.
At home, apart from the school gifts, we always had something special for her, I also remember some neighbors that we grew up together also gave her presents. Some food that was not always cooked was made; without missing the cake, the jelly, the quesillo.
These celebrations have changed over time, for many reasons. The sentiment is always there.
This year I have her with me at home, I've been thinking for about three days about what food to make her feel better for what we are going through these days, I still haven't come up with something concrete. I know I will come up with something.
I enjoy her very much, I listen to her every story and memory that comes to her mind even if she repeats it as many times as she wants, from when she was a child, from her grandmother, from when she got married...but her stories are based more on her childhood and adolescence. I think those are the times she remembers most happily. Thank God her mind is very clear, she tells me mija it's time for my medicine.
I invite @tiaene @elemaria HERE POST for an invitation.
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