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Mommy

I tried to repress my desire to write this post, it really is.

Since I'm here writing these letters that I tried not to let go of my heart, go ahead in this post only find cheesy words and phrases that will sound like a cliché and even a vintage post fotolog. But in short, lost, river.

And Mom, do not hate me for not letting you read this.

The fact is that something inside me say for the umpteenth time needed how much I love .

And you know, because I repeat ad nauseam. But I need you here. Here and there, many times I've let fly alone in the corner of the world.

and stay at home, giving me less to die, but happy because I was.

And, I guess, you also broke inside when you heard me mourn the end of the phone, but that calm dragged them out of nowhere and instead of begging me to come back were able to calm down and always give me the best advice. Those that nobody else will happen.

Get in the shower and cry.

It is rare, but when I missed you most was not when I was farther. Is a daily half-hour to a punishment more train when I realize how much you mean to me.

And hit me regret all those discussions, how unfair I'm with you sometimes.

And yet he was always your kiss good night, your "what if today I'm not going to work and you do not go to school?" In the morning not for non-compliance was less special. Your thousand white lies to make me get out of bed, your cupcakes as I stressed out studying the night before the test and you stay on the couch until he had finished.

Ah! and after years of searching for a muse in the pages of Vogue, I realized that I had at home. Poiret barely sounds like you, but know how to recognize a well made garment. And wore mink with jeans when only the French were afraid. And that Tod's. That Prada. And I wondered, why not a kelly instead of all this? And you, you sounded like Grace Kelly. And I said no. What I liked most of these. I wish your fashion sense is hereditary.

Because you're the one that best takes care of me when I'm sick, and the best hugs and better clothes.

And you saw me fall more times than anyone else. And you went there when I suffered for my best friend, for my boyfriend, myself. And you were you who always helped me up.

Hopefully someday I can corresponderte for all this and millions of things I need space and memory to play now.

May know that what you say is the end all that matters to me, and that will always be the most important of my life.

Congratulations, Mom, and thanks, because everything I am is because of you.

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CONGRATULATIONS!

Many times my mother told me: "When you're a mother, and tell me ...".

And why some were his words.

If I have learned from being a mom, is that a child is everything, and so, since I have to Mïheret me, I can know exactly how I / we want my mother (and father).

Until there is a mother, not you realize what you mean in the life of your parents, only then is when you know how you would want and what they can do for you.

Sometimes it can be sensed, but until you do not feel that "mother love", I do not really know.

And now is when I realize that I really ever in life, I can love my parents and they want me, like my daughter can not ever love me as I love her.

My daughter will fly, make your life as I did, but I'll still be your mother, I will suffer for it, I will love her as intensely as the first day or even more, because the greater will be their greatest desires, suffering , needs ... and I as a mother with desire, and I need to suffer with it, always in the shadows, from that position that does not seem that annoying, but always ready to jump like a lioness with her young.

She will think, "that this matter to my mother" I think I like mine now, not knowing that a mother's love is like an umbilical cord cutting impossible, and that everything she does, undo, I suffer or enjoy live wanting to be happy, because only with their happiness I can be happy myself.

As I say this I realize how many times I tell my mother: "Mama, let my brothers are older, it's your life, let me, is my life ..."; and then assume the role a daughter, but as a mother if I reflect I realize that it is impossible to take "what is your life." Just bite the bullet for everyone to live in their own way, but you can never ask a mother who does not feel.

now goes by the mothers, which are already grandmothers, we are almost just released, for the children waiting with their heart a thousand miles ... for all:

CONGRATULATIONS!