May 25th, 366 days ago...
I can remember my self running around, getting things ready at work, resting my mind from the last few days family activities, being so thankful for what was coming, what I was living and how busy I was then, but at the same time so nervous...
That day I left work very early to get ready for what would change my life for ever...
Unable to sleep the night before, I was looking so awful, a little headache trying to get in me, my fingers cold, but great looking with the "Red Carpet" nail polish. at 2 pm I undressed myself to take a shower and looking at me on the mirror the only thing that came to my mind was... Oh My, Oh Well...
Have, every get ready so quick as that day... Then I looked at the image in the mirror again at 3:45pm, every hair in it place, my toes and finger nails perfectly done, my make up, my dress and my heels, the words that came out of my mouth were...
Please, be good enough before his eyes, hair, please, stay calm, don´t freeze.
Then I heard the sky trying to cry so loud on a thunder, and asked again... PLEASE, just not yet!!
Got in the cab to the airport, his flight would land at 6:30, I got there more than an hour earlier, by those days I was playing Pokemon Go, which helped me to stop thinking and being worrying so much... never felt the hours going so slow... finally at 6 pm the flight appeared on the screen and all the people ran to the door, me on my heels had to simply walk and try to protect myself from the rain, I got a good spot where I was able to see inside the people coming from every flight, In my mind saying, short, black head, another short, black head,..,..., people coming from Medellin, another flight from Bogota, and finally the big flight from Bogota... I was surrounded by a crowd of people trying to find their loved ones, and also transport companies for those who were going to a different town.
Getting tired of that crowd after seeing lots and lots of people (short, black hairs) what was in my mind was... would he recognize me, would he be able to see me, even to hear me? right before me a man from a transport company yelling SINCELEJO, SINCELEJO SINCELEJO, when is this man going to move from here?
And finally I saw him, tall, blonde hair, more handsome that what I was expecting... but walked on another direction... and my mind said, "Yes I really like him, Oh My... are we enough good looking for that man?, what if he doesn´t like us? Oh my, I like him, I´m nervous, Run Forrest... Where did he go? This SINCELEJO MAN is not going to let him see me... I need to put a sock in this man mouth, I can´t even hear my own thoughts...
Then he appeared again, I tried to be funny and kind of hide myself by bending my knees, but his eyes found me, he reached me with a kiss...
366 days ago on a rainy day I met in person my loving husband... I saw him first passing by and felt how my life got changed, those days of looking for my perfect match ended, I found my other half!!
Piedelmundo!!
Por estos dias recibimos la noticia de la hija de mi esposo que PODRIA tener cancer... momento, no piensen mal...
Ante semejante noticia me quede sin saber ni que pensar, mucho menos como actuar, ni como ofrecer apoyo a mi esposo...
Para no hacer el cuento largo por que no es de eso de lo que he venido a escribir hoy... Hoy a las 4 de la madrugada recibio él la noticia de que su hija no tiene esa horrible enfermedad y la vida de todos puede seguir su curso normal...
Pero vine a hablar de Madrastras... la palabra suena horrible. Y aclaro que yo no soy la madrastra de nadie, solo soy la esposa de alguien que tiene unos hijos y mi rol llega hasta alli... no soy la cuñada de nadie ni pretendo ser mas que esa persona que contrajo matrimonio con alguien mas... Punto!!
Pero... como siempre la mente vuela mucho y aveces algunas personas preguntan mas de lo que deben
Recuerdo con claridad cuando niña una amiguita hija de un amigo de infancia de mi padre, dicha niña iba de paseo a mi pais natal cada navidad o vacacion, sus visitas solian ser bastante seguidas hasta que su papá le puso una MADRASTRA... hahah recuerdo tanto las conversaciones entre mi prima, la amiga y yo, de cuan mala era esta señora y lo horrible que era tener una MADRASTRA, recordarlo ahora resulta chistoso por que muy seguramente en esas mentes infantiles todo era exagerado.
Debe haber alguna MADRASTRA buena... yo no me la he tropezado.
Pero de que hay MADRASTRAS malas, las hay... si mis propios hijos se han enfrentado a una que en vez de tratar de ganarse su para bien, ha hecho hasta lo imposible por que el padre se olvide de ellos... Pobre mujercita, que siga intentando!!
Es que acaso no es la idea ser amigos todos? y tratar de ser felices? Ahora yo... no puedo decir que soy la dulzura en pasta pero no trato de ser la madre de nadie y siempre trato de estar al margen, lo mas neutral e invisible posible...
Ahhhh es que nadie piensa en como es recibida la mujer, si hay aceptación o no de parte de los hijos y los demas integrantes de la familia... no es facil ser vista como la MADRASTRA y tanto menos sentir que nos estriegan en la cara que jamas llegaremos a ser nada mas que la esposa.
Esta ultima parte para mi resulta tan triste... por que nunca he pretendido ser nada mas y me encantaria poder dejarlo claro, pero las barreras del idioma y la cultura, ademas que podria ser malentendida y perder lo mas preciado que es mi esposo...
Bueno con la noticia del famoso cancer lo que vino a mi mente, Ok, él que se quede contemplando a su hija, yo me voy a ver a mis hijos... y me dijeron mis propios hijos que no era un bonito pensamiento, me alegre tanto al saber que era una falsa alarma por que asi podre ver a mis hijos pronto... yo no soy la madre y no pretendo serlo, Yo no soy la MADRASTRA MALA, solo soy la ESPOSA DEL PADRE!!
Bueno... por ahora se las dejo ahi!!
Piedelmundo!!
