My mum - Mamica mea

My mum
Now I am, in turn, a parent. Only now can I understand many of the crap that she has and still has, my mother. Many of them never.
I remember how, as a child, I woke up to school and she turned around like a kitchen knife, through the house so that we (my sister and me) would be perfect when we walk out the door.
I was never a rich family, but she (and only she) knew what she was doing, how she did ... not to miss anything. Please, about ...
And look like this, you're ironing, you dressed, with shoes or shoe-shining shoes, going to school.
He had no choice but to do 4 classes, but I do not remember having ever answered a "do not know" question. she had her secrets, she always had a thankful answer.
I did not see her standing at the TV or the neighbor's gang at the front bench. He had something to do always.
When he did not wash (did not have a washing machine), he was ironing, or making food, cleaning the house or putting the laundry on dry land, or taking care of them in the wardrobe.
She was the one who "awakened the cock". At 4 o'clock he was standing preparing breakfast, coffee and pack for Dad. Then we were preparing ourselves.
At the end of the work, the crotch of miles of macrame or we knit a scarf or something.
From her hands came true works of art that she would now take out nice money.
But ... my darling mother can not ....
My mom does not see!
It was operated twice but ... the last control gave a sad and sadistic verdict "there is nothing to do".
I was yesterday and I took some of my tulips in my kindergarten. I chose all the colors I have. I knew she would not be able to see her beauty but I told her .. this is red with the big cup, that's yellow with red striations, that's pink how I know you like it, that's the lilac with fringe petals ... II I was talking about flowers without being able to see them either, the tears blinded me ... but temporarily ....
Zambea ascultanduma ... Thank you very much. I like them a lot. I know you have beautiful flowers and you love them.
Mommy, a unique episode of my life.
Mother, the germination point of my life.

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Mamica mea
Acum sunt si eu, la randul meu, parinte. Abia acum pot intelege multe din framantarile pe care le avea si le mai are inca, mamica mea. Multe din ele nespuse niciodata.
Imi amintesc cum, copil fiind, ma trezeam sa merg la scoala si ea se invartea ca un titirez prin bucatarie, prin casa pentru ca noi ( eu si sora mea ) sa fim perfecti cand iesim pe usa.
Nu am fost niciodata o familie bogata insa ea ( si numai ea ) stia ce facea, cum facea... sa nu ne lipseasca nimic. Ma rog, aproximativ...
Si uite asa, calcati, apretati, cu ghetutele sau pantofiorii lucind, porneam spre scoala.
N-a avut posibilitate sa faca decat 4 clase insa nu imi amintesc sa fi raspuns vre-odata la vre-o intrebare "nu stiu". avea ea secretele ei, mereu avea cate un raspuns multumitor.
N-am vazut-o stand la tv sau la barfa cu vecinele la banca din fata blocului. Avea cate ceva de facut intotdeauna.
Cand nu spala (nu aveam masina de spalat ), calca rufe, sau facea mancare sau facea curat prin casa sau aseza rufe la uscat sau le impaturea cu grija in sifonier.
Ea era cea care "trezea cocosii". La ora 4 era in picioare pregatind micul dejun , cafeaua si pachetul pentru tata. Apoi ne pregatea noua..
In timpul in care termina treaba croseta kilometrii de macrame sau ne impletea cate-un fular sau cosea cate ceva.
Din mainile ei au iesit adevarate opere de aeta pe care acum ar scoate bani frumosi.
Insa... mamica mea cea draga nu mai poate ....
Mamica mea nu mai vede!
A fost operata de doua ori insa... ultimul control a dat un verdict sec si sadic "nu se mai poate face nimic".
Am fost ieri si i-am dus cateva lalele din gradinita mea. am ales de toate culorile, din cate am. Stiam ca nu le va putea vedea frumusetea insa i-am povestit eu.. asta este rosie cu cupa mare, asta este galbena cu striatiuni rosii, asta este roz cum stiu ca iti plac tie, asta este lila cu petale franjurate... II povesteam despre flori fara sa le pot vedea nici eu, lacrimile ma orbeau... pe mine insa temporar....
Zambea ascultanduma... Multumesc frumos imi. Imi plac mult. Stiu ca ai flori frumoase si ca le iubesti.
Mamica, un episod unic din viata mea.
Mamica, punctul de germinare a vietii mele.