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For most of my teen years... it was a day off from school, for most of my 20's it was a working day at the pyramids sites while I tour groups of students and talked about the mayan's and their wonderful architecture that would show the world the beginning of spring.
I loved to be reminded of Spring, since it is ALWAYS green in my hometown. We didn't have a change of seasons except on the calendar and I loved that...
After I moved to this country I was able to see a real change of Seasons... and I was able to appreciate the beginning of spring... New flowers, trees waking up from deep winter sleep, more beautiful birds... a whole sight for someone who never saw the change of seasons.... and Spring i finally understood means to start again... a new cycle, a new adventure, a new sight, new sounds, more birds, more live!

7 years ago... I got to see and appreciate a new sight, but I was no more reminded by the mayan's architecture, or blooming flowers, I started seeing with God's eyes... I started seeing with mom's eyes.
My beautiful girl blooms for me every single day.. she is has been my new change of seasons, my new waking up from winter blues, my new bird singing...
Everyday, all year long she makes me feel there is more than yesterday, there is hope, there is new adventures,
I never know what will she do today that will amaze me. How is she going to make my day better, how long is she going to hug me today? how many times she will kiss me? Would we have a long eye to eye contact?

The thing is... I appreciate the little things Nature gives us ever season... but Gabby has been teaching me to appreciate all the little things most parents give for granted.
And I love her even more for that.. she has made me slow down for her and see.. actually see not just with my eyes but with my soul.
While most parents can talk about all the wonderful accomplishments their kids are doing, how many books they can read now, how many sports they play, all the birthday parties they go... I get to enjoy that Gabby is holding her pen better, her fork and spoon actually get their job done and not spill all over, her smile while walking the long hallway to her classroom waving to everyone she sees on her way. She is loving life as it is.
I find myself most times rushing her to catch up with kids her age, and even peers like her... but she keeps reminding me... there is no rush, lets just enjoy NOW. I'll do it.. just give me time... and look at what I do now... isnt it wonderful?

And then... I just say.. yes indeed... life is pretty wonderful...

No poder hablar... y tener tanto que decir....

En estos dias he tenido que enfrentarme a lo que siempre he querido evitar... Confrontar a alguien por mi hija....
No es facil estar en esta posicion. Como mama que soy, mi maximo deseo es ver que mi hija tenga exitos y este segura, y este feliz... A Dios gracias tengo eso para ella. Pero cuando algo sale de control... no es facil conformarse con solo ver, sonreir y continuar. Quiero demostrar siempre que ella es mucho mas inteligente de lo que muchos quieren ver, de que hay mas en su interior de lo que muchas veces ella demuestra a los demas. Yo lo se. Yo lo he visto, yo lo vivo, yo lo siento. Ella y yo estamos juntas todo el tiempo y no hay dia que no me sorprenda con algo nuevo.
Vivimos con doble diagnostico, posiblemente es una de las razones por las que muchos no quieren ver el gran potencial que ella tiene. Pero yo lo se.
Como quisiera quitar esa venda de los ojos a la gente ignorante que se empena en solo verla como una estadistica, o como alguien que puede conformarse con lo minimo de esfuerzo.
Ella quiere aprender, quiere participar, puede aprender y puede participar. Siempre ha sido algo natural jamas forzado.
La adoro, no tengo nada mas bello en este mundo que su sonrisa todas las mananas al despertar. Asi sea a las 2 am o a las 10... su sonrisa me da paz, me conforta, me da energia para seguir adelante.. con ella y POR ella.
Y gracias a Dios por tener a mi marido... que me aguanta y me espera, me da mi tiempo y me comprende. No es facil estar en sus zapatos...  Se ira al cielo con todo y zapatos!!!
Quien me aguante cuando estoy de mama Osa... es un santo!!!.