Hello everyone, how are you all doing in this great community where each lesson teaches us something new? Before tomorrow, Mother's Day, I wanted to share a poem I wrote about tomorrow, as it's just around the corner, one of the most celebrated days of the year. And then I started remembering the times we did activities at school to surprise Mom on her day. The teachers would have us make cards with poems, sometimes written with just tempera paint or newspaper clippings—something simple because we were kids. I remember the time there was a get-together at school; everyone had their mom there, and if they didn't have their grandma, who was worth two. My mom didn't like going when there were activities to celebrate Mother's Day, but she went anyway. And of course, they weren't the best gifts, but we were kids. But now that we're adults, it's easier to surprise our mothers with more thoughtful gifts, something that has meaning, or at least give her something she can use. Just between us, I bought her a pair of pants she likes, but it's a secret 🤫. I'm going to leave a little poem here. It won't be the best poem for a mom, but it has her essence in every word.
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Si algo se es que no se
cómo describir la grandeza
de cargar el don de ser mamá
Lo asombroso de crear vida
nueve meses formando un ser
Eres la hija que un dÃa
hizo de otra mujer una madre
y hoy llevas todos los tÃtulos
maestra, tÃa, amiga, abuela,
doctora de heridas y la cura de miedos.
Parece que naciste sabiendo
que el mundo no tiene nada de secretos para ti
porque lo resuelves todo
con un conocimiento muy antiguo que recorrió un largo camino
un don que solo tú posees
Eres la risa en el juego
y calma en la tormenta
y si el destino solamente decidió dejar un vacÃo
te pones los bigotes y la corbata
te amarras los pantalones y eres padre también
porque mamá no se reemplaza
porque mamá solo hay una
Feliz dÃa para ti mamá
y para quien lea este poema
y sienta este mismo orgullo.
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If there's one thing I know, it's that I don't know how to describe the greatness of carrying the gift of being a mother, the wonder of creating life, nine months forming a being.
You are the daughter who one day made another woman a mother, and today you hold every title: teacher, aunt, friend, grandmother, healer of wounds and cure of fears.
It seems you were born knowing that the world holds no secrets for you, because you solve everything with ancient wisdom that has traveled a long road, a gift that only you possess.
You are the laughter in the game and calm in the storm, and if fate only decided to leave a void, you put on your mustache and tie, you tie your pants and you are a father too, because a mother cannot be replaced, because there is only one mother.
Happy Mother's Day to you, Mom, and to whoever reads this poem and feels this same pride.
Today, more than anything, I value not only her ability to be both mother and father, but also her patience in accepting every handmade gift I made, even those that didn't quite turn out right. I treasured them, and now that I'm more mature, I've come to see her not just as someone who takes care of me, but as a courageous woman. That's why this poem is my way of thanking her for never giving up, for teaching me the value of effort. Before, I thought Mom would always be there, solving everything no matter how impossible, but as we grow up, we understand that behind every solution there was a sacrifice we didn't see.
Thank you all for being here on this post. I sincerely hope you have a wonderful day tomorrow with your mothers, and that you make them feel happy on their special day, a day to remember their sacrifices and challenges, and also their strength to persevere and make life more beautiful. If you are a mother and you were here reading my post, I hope you enjoyed the poem and had fun reading it. Thank you so much and Happy Mother's Day!
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