¡Hola, lectores! Ya sé que hace un tiempo que no piublicaba pero una cosa deben saber, que este mes está lleno de eventos y deberes para mí, y la verdad en estos días apenas si he leído, mucho menos me puedo pasar por aquí, lo cual es una pena, me encanta estar aquí y publicar.
Y bueno, hoy es jueves 10 de mayo, así que ¡feliz día de las Madres!
Felicidades a todas las mamás, a esas mamás lectoras, a esas mamás no lectoras, a esas mamás que están leyendo esto y a las que no lo están haciendo, a las mamás de los que lo están leyendo, a todas todas las mamás, feliz día, realmente espero que tengan/estén teniendo un día increíble lleno de amor, cariño y ¿por qué no?, regalos. Pero tal vez algo les haga falta, algo de POESÍA.
Pero como yo quiero, amo mucho a mi mamá y se que ella y todas las mamás se lo merecen,porque sin mamá yo no sería nada, en etsa ocasión les voy a dedicar este Jueves Poético con una prosa que encontré en Tumblr y que me encantó. Espero que a ustedes también les guste 💖💞.
When God Created Mothers
When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said. “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”
And God said, “Have you read the specs on this order?” She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts…all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands.”
The angel shook her head slowly and said. “Six pairs of hands…. no way.”
It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” God remarked, “it’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”
That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel. God nodded.
One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ‘What are you kids doing in there?’ when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. ‘I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word.”
God,” said the angel touching his sleeve gently, “Get some rest tomorrow….”
I can’t,” said God, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick…can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger…and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower.”
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.
But tough!” said God excitedly. “You can imagine what this mother can do or endure.”
Can it think?”
Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model.”
It’s not a leak,” said the Lord, “It’s a tear.”
What’s it for?”
It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.”
You are a genius, ” said the angel.
Somberly, God said, “I didn’t put it there.
| — | Erma Bombeck, When God Created Mothers Y de nuevo, felicidades mamás, y chicxs, esperen otra entrada dedicada a ella, que aún está en proceso :). Nos leemos. |
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