Yesterday was our anniversary! It´s been 14 years since we got married... but our story begun almost 20 years ago, and it was the most romantic sweep-me-up-my-feet story ever. There was love, drama, tears, break ups, runs across the airport, trips... our story had it all! It has been easy at times.... other times not that easy, we´ve had our share of putting up with the other, our ups and downs... but mostly and above all I can tell you that it has been worth it.
Hope everyone is having a great week! Today is our wednesday around the world, so grab a cup of coffee, show us what you´ve been up to in your little corner of the world and travel a little with us!
I usually write what´s in my mind... there are moments that bring up feelings within me that I just need to put into words, they just pour out of me and as they come out I post them, I don´t rewrite my feelings, I like them raw, as I feel them, no over thinking them... but this week I´ve been giving it a lot of thought on what I want to write for mothers day.
Two things come to mind when I think about motherhood... my mom and my girls... and in the middle, me as a mom. When I think about my mom is when I get like an overload of good feelings that I cant seem to untangle. My mom is the best mom in the whole world, she is smart. intelligent, funny, optimistic to a fault, wise, kind, selfless, maybe too generous. strong, courageous, patient. She has taught me everything I am and everything I am not. When I think about my childhood the one feeling that always comes to me is being loved. I never ever wondered if I was loved for I knew I was adored. and I know today that I am still adored. I know that I only have to pick up the phone for my mom to drop anything or everything for me. If I need a word of wisdom there she is, if I need to laugh well there she is, if I need to be listened, oh my there she is.... If I don´t know what to say to Ale or Emi in any given situation I just need to ask her and like magic any issue is resolved. But the most important thing I think my mom taught my sisters and I is the meaning of ¨home¨... of ´our home¨, she taught us every day with every action that love in our family is unconditional and endless.
The door to our home had little bells hanging on it so that when you opened it, it had this magical sound... it was this little twinkly peaceful sound that alerted everyone that somebody had arrived! And before coming in there was always someone at the door to greet you with a smile, whether it was my mom, my dad or one of my sisters.... there was always someone there. Once you got in, this awesome feeling of ¨am home¨ and feeling ¨am loved¨ took over you, and this was valid not only for us but for anyone that came home with us. At home there was no competition, no comparisons, no striving for first places, no pretending needed to fit in, it was or it is a place to be the best, and be loud about it or just be silent. It´s a place where forgiveness is real, and mistakes happen. There we have disagreed maybe more than we have agreed... because we know that no matter what, we are loved, and treated with respect. Chaos did happen sometimes, fights did too.... tears, and some hard years, but there was always my mom, strong as a rock, in the middle, never tired, always there, forever loving... and we worked out every single thing together as a family... no one ever felt alone, never were we alone to feel alone. Our most basic and maybe unspoken rule was Love without questioning...
So now that I have my own little home, with three beautiful souls in it, I can only hope that my girls feel the same way about their home, and if they feel the same way about me as I feel about my mom, well... I would be the luckiest mom ever. That´s why no matter how many times I´ve lost it, or yelled or cried, I´ll always serve another bowl of ice cream to get a smile out of any of my girls, I´ll watch Peppa Pig over Criminal Minds, I´ll drive across Caracas as many times a day as I have too, I´ll dance to whatever song they are playing, I´ll pick up one thousand pairs of shoes a day without getting really mad, I´ll do fourth grade and sixth all over again, I´ll happily never eat a meal without someone on my lap, I´ll put make up in the car after everyone is beautiful and ready.... Because my heart is full, complete, and the days are long but the years are so short.
Remember, our children´s smile is on us! Hope you all had a great mother´s day, embrace your family and children, and smile.... because we have been blessed!
and today.. the absolute without question best grandma in the whole wide world!
Te amo mami! eres la mejor del mundo... espero que no hayas llorado este post!
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I was sent this prayer the other day.. it really touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes... for once you have one child I think you have them all. I believe this prayer was said by Pope Francis but really I couldn´t find it online and translate it myself. Anyways is beautiful and I would like to share it with you!
I want to pray for the children that leave everything they touch full of chocolate,
for the ones that jump in puddles and ruin their new pants, for the ones that eat candy before their meal and for the ones that never find their shoes in the morning...
I want to pray for the children that look at photographers behind metal fences, and for the ones that have never walked with a new pair of shoes, for the ones that have never played in enchanted places, and that have been born in places where we would never go, and where they will probably die.
I want to pray for the children that give us sticky sugary kisses, and flowers. For the ones that sleep with their puppies...for the ones that want to bury their goldfish, and for the children that hug us tightly. For the ones that often forget their lunch money. I want to pray for the children that splatter tooth paste all over the sink, and the ones that look with wonder at their father when he is shaving, and their mom putting make up on.
I also want to pray for the children who have never had dessert, that don´t have a favorite blanket to take everywhere, for the children that see their parents suffer, and for the ones that approach us at traffic lights with wanting eyes asking for money. For the children that don´t have bathrooms to take showers in, and whose pictures appear at police stations and not at their father´s desk. I want to pray for the children whose nightmares happen at daylight, eat whatever they find, and sleep covered by newspapers and not by blankets. For the children that have never been to the dentist, that have never been spoiled by anyone, that wake up hungry and have nowhere to go.
I want to pray for the children that like to be held, and for the children that have to be held. For the ones that give up and for the ones that keep fighting, for the children that don´t find a hand to hold on to.
For all these children Lord, I want to pray today, because they are all treasures, because they all give us love and shape our lives, because they give us a reason to live, because they make us want to build a better world, a fair world.
I pray for all these children and the ones that will be born, for they are our hope, our reward for our life´s work, our dreams come true, our immortality.. and the proof that God still believes in us.
For all the children of the world, may they all be blessed with love and happiness.
For the girls, and of course for us, this type of activities open up our heart to other´s people pain and suffering. To the reality that even though we live in our own little perfect place, reality is different. There is real suffering in the world and it is sometimes very near us. Yet is easier to look away, but who would we become if we live our life evading the ugly, or the lonely?
The teachers at school told the girls that we were going to pray the Via Crucis with the elder, and that then they would have to entertain them with their own talent. Us moms who volunteered to go just had to provide them with breakfast.
Their stories... I don´t know them, by looking into their eyes you can see some pain, some resignation, but there is also some light, and hope and love....
Lent, which begins on Ash Wednesday, 40 days before Easter, for us Catholics, a season of prayer, fasting, and almsgiving. People might believe that when we talk about fasting it means not eating... but no, fasting can mean giving up anything that we love for Love, or doing good for others even if it hurts.
Catholic or not, I think we can all agree that the world is suffering from a great indifference towards others. We are living in times were the satisfaction of our own desires is what drives society, and unfortunately is making us less and less human.
Pope Francis in his annual Lenten message, described this phenomenon as the globalization of indifference... “whenever our interior life becomes caught up in its own interests and concerns, there is no longer room for others, no place for the poor. God’s voice is no longer heard, the quiet joy of his love is no longer felt, and the desire to do good fades.” He continues that, “We end up being incapable of feeling compassion at the outcry of the poor, weeping for other people’s pain, and feeling a need to help them, as though all this were someone else’s responsibility and not our own.”
“How greatly I desire that all those places where the Church is present may become islands of mercy in the midst of the sea of indifference!” said the Pope.
On that note, The girls´ school planned for our six graders to visit a local Church that takes on old people from nearby poor neighborhoods, and give them a day a week of warmth and hospitality. They count on people that contribute with food, medicines, or just plain and simple time to care for them, and give them some love. And so every Thursday a group of courageous ladies from the Church, gather to care for this group of elders, without and prejudice and eager to give them a smile, arms to hold them, feet to help them walk, and maybe a shoulder to lean on.
I can´t even begin to tell you how much effort I had to put into containing my heart and tears from exploding at seeing the girls give so much love to the ´abuelitos¨... some grabbed the microphone and sang theri heart out solo, all of them put together a song repertoire which they sang like angels, others did gymnastics, they played the cuatro and the flute, did some stand up comedy, and ended up the morning with this massive happy dance! What amazed me the most... or maybe what really got to me the most was seeing how humble they were, how unselfishly they went out there and pour themselves out to them.
It keeps coming back to me how similar old people are from the young, how easily entertained, how full of life they can be, how easy it is to smile at love! It is in us, the not so old and maybe not so young in age, to pray to God to keep our hearts young, to give ourselves to others just for the sake of giving, to be merciful, and graceful, and to teach our children to be better than us... to ¨be¨ a part of this world, to find their smile in the smile of other.
I ended up their morning running inside the Church before driving the girls back to school, to thank God for this amazing chance of again finding happiness in the smile of others, and to help me and my family be an island of mercy in a sea of indifference...
am joining my friend Tamar at
Have a great week!
Last night Ari had a pretty bad night´s sleep.... it was one of those dreaded nights that thankfully don't happen very often, but when they do and once I surrender, I almost enjoy them and in that quiet time I spend the time writing posts in my mind. Last night's post was about love... Of course! I have always considered myself lucky since I think with my hubby I had a romantic movie romance, It included about all the love scenes possible in a movie, maybe even the ones at the airport where the guy runs to stop the plane from taking off... Yeah! I lived that! And yes, that feeling is still strong and has helped us walk in the same direction in all our years of marriage. But even as that is true, real life and real love is not running through an airport everyday to show your love.
Real life is messier than that, time is messier and family is way more messier and complicated than that.... Sometimes we get caught up living love than showing it.... And we might forget that living it is more important. Now a days, friday night romance includes a disney movie with our loves all in the bed, love means happy proud eyes showing us their new ability, it means a tired face after a hard day of work for us, it means an afternoon of planning our next family trip, or a sunday barbecue, it means closing our eyes at night and having three little faces stuck in your mind and heart, is always being ready last because you are taking care of eveyone else, it means never being able to eat a complete meal without a baby on your lap, it means not really seeing grumpiness in the morning or keeping track of what you did and the other didn't. It is so much more real than a black and white scene from a movie.... Love is real, love is made up of the real stories of our lives, some are happy stories, some are sad, some are loud, some are soft,,,.. But all of them make us strong and keep us together. And even though the movie scenes are the first images that come to our minds when we think about love, make sure that they are not the only scenes that are in your mind!
As for my hubby.... I would have to thank him for always reminding me that romantic, is also important to keeping it real and beautiful and bubbly!
Hi! my name is Carolina Perisse de Rico, I am a stay at home architect with the biggest project ever... my girls! The oldest is 16, then I have an 14 year old, and my miracle baby who is 6. Glad you are here, hope you stay a while!
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