The Day that Madre got released from the hospital. I looked at her and realized many things:
- that I have a very similar body type to hers, so I must watch out from the stretch marks and keep exercise as an important part of my weekly routine, a minimum of twice a week. I am not aiming for perfection, who am I kidding, look at me now I am filled with flaws. I must make sure I always remain in proportion with a somehow flat tummy and somehow toned body. We'll see how that goes.
- that most men do not appreciate the horrors that women go through just to carry & give birth to their babies. That is why most do not deserve 100% dedication.
- that corrective plastic surgery is very painful and you must approach it with a strong, brave heart.
- that she has spent a lifetime of giving and giving and what has she got in return? None of the things that her heart desires from this life.
They say we all turn into our mothers and I agree with it. But I hope that having my father's genes and my British cultural influence will avoid me a lot of heartaches that she went through. I am not aiming to be better, just different. I hope to be myself in many ways.
I do not wish to belittle my mother, her life, or her accomplishments the least bit. Of course not. She married and brought children into this world. This itself is a huge accomplishment regardless of how ungrateful some of my siblings have grown to become.
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A touch of Vintage Bohemian:
Sedeso
PS: For now, all I know is this. That have a much better relationship with my mother than with my father. I am a lot happier too. So part of my happiness lies with my mother.
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