A REAL MOTHER’S DAY STORY
Boston, MA
May 9, 2008
It was about 9:00 PM and Vico (6) was in his bed, watching cartoons. His mother allows him to do this on Friday nights. Suddenly he ran from his room to the living room and said; “Mom I have to show you something”. “Go to bed”, the mother replied. “No mom, I have to show you something first”. He was insistent in his voice that was full of anxiety and the mother said, “Okay, show me, what it is?”
He ran to his school bag and the mother helped him to remove all kind of school papers. “There it is”, he said very happy. It was a blue envelop made out of construction paper. When he opened it was empty and he said; “oh no! He started to look among the other papers, in desperation while his mother observed him. While looking he started to explain to his mother; “I made something for you, for mother’s day. I put it in here, oh, no” and his eyes started to fill with tears and his voice was shaking.
“Mom I’m looking for your flowers”, Vico said to his mother. “I made them for you and I can’t find them” he continued while crying. “Where did they go” he was asking himself. The mother felt her heart was squeezing inside her chest and started to help him knowing that she had to look for flowers but at the same time she started to pray to Lord Jesus to make those flowers appear so her son could stop crying and feel so sad.
Her child's cry was honest, his frustration was for real and the mother was touched by this. The mother saw some flowers made by construction paper and asked him; “Are these beautiful flowers the ones you made for mami?” He looked to the flowers his mother was holding in her hands and still with tears in his eyes but with the brightest smile said; “Yes, mami, those are the flowers I made for you”.
The mother took him into her arms and kissed him frenetically, with those kinds of kisses that make sounds. She kissed him like a hundred times while spinning him around the kitchen, the living room and the entire house. Vico was so happy; he was now laughing and holding himself from his mother's neck while she continues spinning and kissing.
The mother said to him; “Baby, these are the most beautiful flowers I ever received in my life”. Vico look into her eyes smiling. She put him down, he went back to his room and in less than one minute he fell asleep.
The mother was very happy, and tears started to come down her eyes, while holding the flowers to her heart, those tears of joy she was holding away from Vico to see. She gave thanks to Jesus for the beautiful moment full of wonderful emotions, full of sincere love. Thanks Him because Vico was no longer sad. Thank Him because Vico most have worked hard in school to create such beautiful flowers for her. She thanks Him because He has the power to turn any little sadness into happiness. Thank you Jesus for these flowers!!!
UNA HISTORIA REAL DEL DIA DE LAS MADRES
Boston, MA
Viernes, 9 de mayo de 2008-05-10
Eran como las 9:00 de la noche y Vico (6) estaba en su cama mirando las caricaturas. Su madre lo deja hacer esto los viernes por la noche. De repente, el corre de su habitacion a la sala y le dice a su madre; “Mami, te tengo que ensenar algo”. “Ve a tu cama”, le responde la madre. “No mami, primero te tengo que ensenar algo. El insistia y su voz estaba llena de ansiedad en cuanto su madre le dice; “Esta bien, ensename, que es?”
Vico corrio a buscar su mochila escolar y su madre le ayudo a sacar toda la papeleria que habia en ella. “Aqui esta”, el dijo super contento. Era un sobre azul hecho de papel de construccion. Cuando Vico abrio el sobre estaba vacio y dijo; “oh, no!” El comenzo a mirar entre todos sus papeles con desesperacion mientras su madre lo observaba. Mientras continuaba su busqueda le explicaba a su madre; “yo hice algo para ti, para el dia de las madres. Yo lo habia puesto aqui, oh, no” y sus ojitos se comenzaron a llenar de lagrimas y su voz se comenzo a entrecortar.
“Mami, yo estoy buscando tus flores”, Vico le dice. “Yo las hice para ti y no las puedo encontrar” el continuaba mientras lloraba. “A donde se metieron?” se preguntaba a si mismo. La madre comenzo a sentir como su corazon se esprimia en su pecho y comenzo a ayudarlo sabiendo que tenia que buscar por unas flores pero al mismo tiempo comenzo a orar a el Senor Jesus para que aparecieran las flores y su hijo dejara de llorar y sentirse tan triste.
El llanto de Vico era honesto, su frustracion era verdadera y su madre estaba conmovida. La madre vio unas flores hechas con papel de construccion y le pregunto; “acaso son estas hermosas flores las que hicistes para mami?” Vico levanta su vista hacia las flores que su madre estaba sujetando en sus manos y aun con lagrimas en sus ojitos pero con una super brillante sonrisa dijo; “Si mami, esas son las flores que hice para ti”.
Su madre lo tomo en sus brazos y comenzo a besarlo como una loca, con esos besos que hacen unos sonidos estrenduosos. Ella lo beso como unas cien veces mientras giraba con el en sus brazos por toda la cocina, la sala y la casa entera. Vico estaba feliz, ahora estaba riendo a carcajadas y sujetandose del cuello de su madre que continuaba girando y besandolo.
La madre le dijo; “Bebe, estas son las flores mas hermosas que jamas halla recibido en mi vida”. Vico la miro fijo en sus ojos y le sonrio complacido. Ella lo puso sobre el suelo, el se regreso a su habitacion y en menos de un minuto se quedo dormido.
La mama estaba feliz, y sus lagrimas de felicidad comenzaron a deslizarse por sus mejillas, esas lagrimas que sostuvo en todo momento para que Vico no las viera. Ella le dio gracias a Jesus por tan hermoso momento lleno de emociones maravilosas, lleno de sincero amor. Le agradecio a El porque Vico dejo de estar triste. Le agradecio a El porque Vico debio de haber trabajado muy duro en la escuela para crear tan hermosas flores para ella. Ella le agradecio a El porque El tiene el poder de transformar hasta la mas pequena tristeza en felicidad plena. Gracias Jesus por estas hermosas flores.
Boston, MA
May 9, 2008
It was about 9:00 PM and Vico (6) was in his bed, watching cartoons. His mother allows him to do this on Friday nights. Suddenly he ran from his room to the living room and said; “Mom I have to show you something”. “Go to bed”, the mother replied. “No mom, I have to show you something first”. He was insistent in his voice that was full of anxiety and the mother said, “Okay, show me, what it is?”
He ran to his school bag and the mother helped him to remove all kind of school papers. “There it is”, he said very happy. It was a blue envelop made out of construction paper. When he opened it was empty and he said; “oh no! He started to look among the other papers, in desperation while his mother observed him. While looking he started to explain to his mother; “I made something for you, for mother’s day. I put it in here, oh, no” and his eyes started to fill with tears and his voice was shaking.
“Mom I’m looking for your flowers”, Vico said to his mother. “I made them for you and I can’t find them” he continued while crying. “Where did they go” he was asking himself. The mother felt her heart was squeezing inside her chest and started to help him knowing that she had to look for flowers but at the same time she started to pray to Lord Jesus to make those flowers appear so her son could stop crying and feel so sad.
Her child's cry was honest, his frustration was for real and the mother was touched by this. The mother saw some flowers made by construction paper and asked him; “Are these beautiful flowers the ones you made for mami?” He looked to the flowers his mother was holding in her hands and still with tears in his eyes but with the brightest smile said; “Yes, mami, those are the flowers I made for you”.
The mother took him into her arms and kissed him frenetically, with those kinds of kisses that make sounds. She kissed him like a hundred times while spinning him around the kitchen, the living room and the entire house. Vico was so happy; he was now laughing and holding himself from his mother's neck while she continues spinning and kissing.
The mother said to him; “Baby, these are the most beautiful flowers I ever received in my life”. Vico look into her eyes smiling. She put him down, he went back to his room and in less than one minute he fell asleep.
The mother was very happy, and tears started to come down her eyes, while holding the flowers to her heart, those tears of joy she was holding away from Vico to see. She gave thanks to Jesus for the beautiful moment full of wonderful emotions, full of sincere love. Thanks Him because Vico was no longer sad. Thank Him because Vico most have worked hard in school to create such beautiful flowers for her. She thanks Him because He has the power to turn any little sadness into happiness. Thank you Jesus for these flowers!!!
UNA HISTORIA REAL DEL DIA DE LAS MADRES
Boston, MA
Viernes, 9 de mayo de 2008-05-10
Eran como las 9:00 de la noche y Vico (6) estaba en su cama mirando las caricaturas. Su madre lo deja hacer esto los viernes por la noche. De repente, el corre de su habitacion a la sala y le dice a su madre; “Mami, te tengo que ensenar algo”. “Ve a tu cama”, le responde la madre. “No mami, primero te tengo que ensenar algo. El insistia y su voz estaba llena de ansiedad en cuanto su madre le dice; “Esta bien, ensename, que es?”
Vico corrio a buscar su mochila escolar y su madre le ayudo a sacar toda la papeleria que habia en ella. “Aqui esta”, el dijo super contento. Era un sobre azul hecho de papel de construccion. Cuando Vico abrio el sobre estaba vacio y dijo; “oh, no!” El comenzo a mirar entre todos sus papeles con desesperacion mientras su madre lo observaba. Mientras continuaba su busqueda le explicaba a su madre; “yo hice algo para ti, para el dia de las madres. Yo lo habia puesto aqui, oh, no” y sus ojitos se comenzaron a llenar de lagrimas y su voz se comenzo a entrecortar.
“Mami, yo estoy buscando tus flores”, Vico le dice. “Yo las hice para ti y no las puedo encontrar” el continuaba mientras lloraba. “A donde se metieron?” se preguntaba a si mismo. La madre comenzo a sentir como su corazon se esprimia en su pecho y comenzo a ayudarlo sabiendo que tenia que buscar por unas flores pero al mismo tiempo comenzo a orar a el Senor Jesus para que aparecieran las flores y su hijo dejara de llorar y sentirse tan triste.
El llanto de Vico era honesto, su frustracion era verdadera y su madre estaba conmovida. La madre vio unas flores hechas con papel de construccion y le pregunto; “acaso son estas hermosas flores las que hicistes para mami?” Vico levanta su vista hacia las flores que su madre estaba sujetando en sus manos y aun con lagrimas en sus ojitos pero con una super brillante sonrisa dijo; “Si mami, esas son las flores que hice para ti”.
Su madre lo tomo en sus brazos y comenzo a besarlo como una loca, con esos besos que hacen unos sonidos estrenduosos. Ella lo beso como unas cien veces mientras giraba con el en sus brazos por toda la cocina, la sala y la casa entera. Vico estaba feliz, ahora estaba riendo a carcajadas y sujetandose del cuello de su madre que continuaba girando y besandolo.
La madre le dijo; “Bebe, estas son las flores mas hermosas que jamas halla recibido en mi vida”. Vico la miro fijo en sus ojos y le sonrio complacido. Ella lo puso sobre el suelo, el se regreso a su habitacion y en menos de un minuto se quedo dormido.
La mama estaba feliz, y sus lagrimas de felicidad comenzaron a deslizarse por sus mejillas, esas lagrimas que sostuvo en todo momento para que Vico no las viera. Ella le dio gracias a Jesus por tan hermoso momento lleno de emociones maravilosas, lleno de sincero amor. Le agradecio a El porque Vico dejo de estar triste. Le agradecio a El porque Vico debio de haber trabajado muy duro en la escuela para crear tan hermosas flores para ella. Ella le agradecio a El porque El tiene el poder de transformar hasta la mas pequena tristeza en felicidad plena. Gracias Jesus por estas hermosas flores.
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