I wish you all can be with your mothers today in one of those countless ways you can be present. And may it be a happy Day.

Often we remember those phrases of everyday philosophy that our mothers used to say, this for us who were lucky enough to have them in our lives ever since we were born and while we were growing up. Especially on days like today, those echoes sound here and there in different conversations, even if we are not participating in them; we just resonate with them. It particularly happens to me, not today but all the time, that I hear my mother every day; I hear her longings, her advice, her complaints, her joys. They are echoes that appear suddenly, without warning and without a distinct voice.

Then there are those other things, the unspoken ones, those things that happen and tell you things without words. I am not going to reveal habits of my mother I prefer to keep for myself and for the intimacy of my own ways; however, I must say she was unique. She helped others without asking anything in return, valued loyalty above all things and always worked to get what she most wanted; she did not ask for it to happen but she went for it. I remember her mitigating with little tricks and pleasures those longings that remained unresolved on this side of existence, but that she surely continues to pursue in the form of a presence that I can hear in the echoes that accompany me.

We, your children and your grandchildren, were among your favorite flowers.

It's Always May

May, 1996

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¡Hola, Steemitas!

Deseo que todos estén con sus madres hoy en alguna de esas incontables maneras en las que se puede estar. Y que sea un momento feliz.

No es raro que recordemos esas frases de filosofía cotidiana que solían decir nuestras madres, para los que tuvimos la suerte de tenerlas con nosotros desde nuestro nacimiento y mientras crecíamos. Sobre todo en días como hoy, esos ecos suelen sonar por aquí y por allá en diferentes conversaciones, incluso si no estamos participando de ellas. Particularmente me pasa, no hoy sino todo el tiempo, que escucho a mi madre todos los días; oigo sus anhelos, sus consejos, sus quejas, sus alegrías. Son ecos que se oyen de repente, sin aviso y sin una voz definida.

Luego están esas otras cosas, las no dichas, esas que ocurren y te hablan sin que haya palabras de por medio. No voy a revelar hábitos de mi madre que prefiero mantener para mí y para la intimidad de los míos propios, pero debo decir que ella era única, ayudaba sin pedir nada a cambio, valoraba la lealtad por sobre todas las cosas y trabajaba en función de sus anhelos, mitigando con pequeños trucos y placeres esas añoranzas que quedaron sin resolverse en este lado de la existencia, pero que de seguro sigue buscando en forma de una presencia que yo puedo escuchar en los ecos que me acompañan.

Tus hijos y tus nietos siempre seremos de tus flores favoritas.

Siempre es mayo

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Text and pictures are mine. ||El texto y las fotos son de mi autoría.

Happy Mother's Day!

¡Feliz Día de las Madres!