Happy feels on the weekend
Tell us about one single thing you do on the weekend that makes you feel happy. Explain the thing and why it makes you feel happy. Answer in at least 300 words and because it's something you actually do I'll expect that you have photos of it that you took yourself - Not stock images.
This Saturday my treasure made me happy
This woman has already come a long way, and today she is 84 years old. Her skin and her character disguise it very well, but it is not very noticeable.
She is the solid ground I have always walked on; she taught me half of who I am, and gave me the freedom and confidence to learn the other half... her guidance never weighed because she managed to make it easy for me to do well what she expected me to do well... besides teaching me to cultivate my essence to be happy.
Part of how she has been aging is her way of living, that kind, the simple, and positive attitude she has looking at life. Perhaps if she gave up sugar and bread completely, even her asthma would disappear little by little. In short, we are marked by our genes by legacy (mine are the good ones). But that does not determine me, everything that surrounds me influences tiny metabolic changes in them.
Hence, the importance of emotions, the inclement weather, how we move and the strength and resistance we impose on our joints, how we relate to others socially, affectively and with ourselves, our relationship with the earth and the environment, and above all what we choose to feed ourselves.
Let circumstances not discourage me
It is time to motivate her and make her happy and with sadness and regrets, I will not be with the tools at hand to do that, which is also a strength in me.
That said, now I have to take more care of myself to be well for her..... for my mother, this weekend made me very happy, I talked to her, and I could see her strength, love, and faith, she is recovering, her attitude is optimistic she was able to smile, and I managed to make this capture of us with my cell phone in the distance by video call... this happy moment is priceless, I feel very grateful to live and to God.
She is still hospitalized, the covid wreaked havoc in her body, and she still can't walk by herself, she needs physiatrist recovery, my mom is like a rose like the ones I have on my balcony, I am going to share them on the cover image.
Always a rose like the ones I grow in my garden
And when I compare mom to a rose, no one would think of insisting that it is a carnation, or a gardenia, or a pine tree... so why, because our (the plural includes an entire culture) is so ingrained in believing that educating and loving implies denying that someone is who he or she is.
We water the rose, we prune it, we fertilize it... we observe it, we admire it, we enjoy it... we dodge its thorns... we aspire for it to be the healthiest and most beautiful rose, but we never aspire for it to stop being a rose. Maybe if we learn to think of parents, children, partners, and friends as if they were roses, and we look at them, admire them, and pay them what they are, instead of educating them, correcting them, and transforming them into what they should be or what we would like them to be, just maybe, there would be fewer people-roses with complexes, ashamed, wounded, disoriented, withered... as this virus did so much damage to mom's overall health.
It has been 7 days since my mom was taken by 911 Saturday, December 31, 2022, at 11:00 pm before the new year to the hospital in the geriatric ER where she received 2023. This weekend is wonderful, I stayed calm, and happy because she is getting better. I continue to do what I have always done, show her my infinite love from a distance. Talking to her every day is our greatest pleasure ...and that makes both of us feel happy. Well, and believe it or not, I travel to be with her, by her side, just thinking about it.
Thank you for everything you always give us ❤️ the best and greatest example of life that you have been able to give us is love, what a wise decision it was to choose you from the subtle worlds.
I hope I can follow in your footsteps, to be able to look a little like you. Thank you also for being the best grandmother and great-grandma in the world.
I celebrate your life! Health and happiness to you, my beloved Mom, my treasure!
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