Mother’s Day

Dear grandmother,

Next Sunday is Mother’s Day. I remember the child to go with my mother to the beach and hear her say, « Here, everything is good for us: the water, the sun, the contact with the sand, the relaxing sound and the breeze. »
When the ice man arrived the beach was still better. But there was nothing that compared to the lunches my mother prepared at dawn.
I always saw my mother to be a great mother. He left home, at dawn, to work at the factory, hand in hand with a son on either side. At home he left the breakfast prepared for her husband… I came home, at the end of the day, and had to cook, clean, take care of clothes and children.
My mother (and my grandparents) never had great luxuries. It never made distant trips. The fastest he traveled went to Madeira, with his children, of course. Your world has always been the house (often by choice). It is through television that you discover more about the world.
It has a life built on the simple routine of those who do not need more than the essentials: the house, the hands busy taking care of the flowers (their therapy and their oxygen) and the Company of Violet, the dog with whom he gets very well.
The children grew up, made their bags and left. Just as the birds left the nest. But we never left under the mother’s wing. We speak every day, we often see ourselves. Receive us with the hug, and joy, always
It always annoyed me those who treat mothers as « warriors. »
It doesn’t seem to me that they are warriors. If they didn’t do the job, who would do it?
My mother has been tireless. It has a huge heart, an excessive love.
I am very happy that life gave me the mother who gave me.
Thank you, Mother.
Kisses

Dear grandson,

As you know, I had no affective connection with my mother. Throughout my life I was having other female references, which were part of my personal growth.
Today I would like to highlight Maria Helena. I believe I already told you about her.
I always remember treating her by mother Lena. I had a son, my brothers’ colleague in the High School, so we always walked all together and I was always lying in his house.
I loved me and I loved her.
I would be 13 years old when I started dating her son.
The years went by and one day another man was crossed in my way, and I left her son. It was terrible! She always knew where I was and was going to have me and said she couldn’t be, we were going to get married in days, that we had already homemade, that I thought well…
But nothing to do, of course.
And I separated from her son, and she stopped telling me.
However I went to Paris and never saw each other. And each one made his life: her son married and went to Europe, I was married to my other boyfriend for more than 20 years (until his death in 2002, and it was passion until that day).
One day, my husband had died two years ago, and we were on Christmas Eve. I had a damn neura and decided to leave the house, and go to drink a spout in front.
And my first boyfriend was there! And the first question you asked me was “you were happy with your husband? Was it worth it to me? And when I said yes he took a deep breath and said « at least that! »
He invited me to dinner the next day and, in short: we still lived together for 11 years (until he dies). Mother Lena, already very old, still « endured » for some time – and she liked me again.
I always remember her on this day.
I also really like your mother. How do you know and so do she.
On mother’s day I will have lunch with my son, of course. And with my daughter -in -law, mothers of my grandchildren.
Kisses