La Madre

Pues ya saben que era o será las días de las madres por ahí en el mundo. So, I decided, aunque me quejo mucho de ella, to write about this wonderful lady that gave me life. And then others can share what you want about your Madre.

I was going to write a whole biography about her but decided against it. I will just write down things about her that makes me smile, laugh, cry or just want to scream at her.

Mi madre me grita when she is mad at others, of course she screams at me when she is mad at me as well. I smile, sometimes.

Mi madre se ríe cuando comienza a bailar conmigo y mis siblings we can be dancing like idiots, looking like monkeys jumping from tree to tree, but it is still fun. Me divierto.

Mi madre no tiene compasión, bueno no mucha, cuando me enfermo y no voy al doctor y me pongo grave. Me dice, "Te lo dije." I just smile.

Mi madre screams at me to do something, when I am in the process of doing it. I just smile in frustration.

Mi madre pulls the guilt card, every time I don't reach my potential. I just give her a hug.

Mi madre has an uncanny way of saying the right word to piss me off, even if she is being helpful. I just roll my eyes, respectfully.

Mi madres tells me she loves me. I give her a kiss.

Mi madre is perfect in a very human way. I love her, even if I want to run away from her on occasions.

*Photos taken from these sites 1 and 2