Fomentando el amor propio//Iniciativa: "Feliz día mamá"

• Cuéntame una anécdota de tu madre

• Tell me an anecdote about your mother

Pues hay una que no olvido nunca y ese día me demostró que el instinto de madre no se equivoca nunca. Resulta que una hermana de mi papá me invitó a su casa y estando allá se le ocurre la magnífica idea de llevarme a casa de una amiga suya que era peluquera a cortarme el cabello, yo tendrán aproximadamente 8 años, estando en el lugar bien inquieta yo me pongo a jugar con un jarrón de barro que tenía al señora en la sala que era mas grande que yo cuando de repente se volteó y se rompió, pero de una manera increíble, cómo que hubiese estado hecho de cristal, yo me iba a morir, mi tía me iba a matar y entre tanto regaño ella no quería llamar a mi mamá porque decía que no sabía cómo decirle que yo había hecho eso y que tenía que pagar aquello tan costoso, no van a creer que por arte de magia entra una llamada y era nada mas y nada menos que mi madre diciendo que algo le dijo que llamara a mi tía porque paso algo malo, que no la engañaran porque su instinto la obligó a llamar y decir que algo me pasó.

Well, there is one that I never forget and that day showed me that a mother's instinct is never wrong. It turns out that one of my dad's sisters invited me to her house and while there she had the magnificent idea of ​​taking me to the house of a friend of hers who was a hairdresser to cut my hair. I was approximately 8 years old, and being there I was very restless. I start playing with a clay vase that the lady had in the living room who was bigger than me when it fell over and broke, but in an incredible way, as if it had been made of glass, I was going to die, My aunt was going to kill me and in between all the scolding she didn't want to call my mother because she said she didn't know how to tell her that I had done that and that I had to pay for that expensive thing, you won't believe that a call magically comes in and it was nothing more and nothing less than my mother saying that something told her to call my aunt because something bad happened, not to be fooled because her instinct forced her to call and say that something happened to me.

Todos nos quedamos boca abiertas con lo que estaba ocurriendo, pero gracias a Dios no lo tomo tan mal y me dijo que le daba gracias a Dios que lo me había ocurrido nada a mi y que lo material se recupera, una repuesta admirable de una madre que tuvo que pasar varias quincenas cancelando el adorno por partes. Díganme ustedes cómo no voy a amar a esa mujer.

We were all speechless at what was happening, but thank God he didn't take it so badly and he told me that he thanked God that nothing had happened to me and that the material is recovered, an admirable response from a mother that he had to spend several fortnights canceling the decoration in parts. Tell me how I'm not going to love that woman.