Yesterday I offered you a poem in case you wanted to use it as a congratulation for the Mother's Day. Poetry is beautiful, it's like reading music (or singing singing, depending on how you look at it) and that's why it's usually the prettiest way to make a dedication. However, the need to rhyme the stanzas may limit the final message and that is why I thought it might be interesting to also write a letter for mom.
Taking advantage of the theme of yesterday's poem, with that mystical choice of babies, who choose their parents and their mothers, I leave below a letter for mom, with the intention of serving as a congratulation. To give the matter more mystery, I have titled it "When you needed me ... ":
They say, mom, that humans are born to be happy, to be happy and to be free. We grow with that intention, with that objective, and we believe that we are achieving it as we become more and more prisoners of the society in which we live. Time is passing, we are growing, and the days begin to pass one after the other, monotonous, repetitive, tired at times, unrepeatable and sometimes happy, often uncontrolled. Days go by and life goes by. We stopped valuing the things that we loved when we were little. We no longer look at the moon every night, to see if it grows or not. We no longer look for stars that move, of those that turn out to be airplanes. We are no longer surprised that the sun rises every morning. In fact, we are not surprised that there are days when we barely see it, going to work when it is still dark and leaving when it gets dark. When we are little we walk everywhere, we run down the street, we are tireless souls, we are eternal, endless, we have the world in the palm of our hands and our body takes us practically wherever we want, because we are capable, or we believe we are capable. But then we grow and to the limitations that others impose on us, we add all those that we invent, because there, in that microspace that we have created, within that imaginary shell that surrounds us, we feel calm and safe. We don't go out, because there we have control. We do not go out, because we are afraid to err. We don't go out, because we fear to discover something else. When the thing starts to get stuck, when we stop evolving, that is the moment when a person needs more external help, and that was the moment when I decided that I should arrive to help you: when you needed me most. I chose you, Mom, because I saw that you were beginning to lose your joy, because the flame burned, but it swung too much with the slightest breeze, because I began to realize that even when you were surrounded by people, you began to feel lonely. I chose you and I arrived at the right time to shake your life like a whirlwind, opening your eyes at the moment, like a slap of reality that makes you see that what has been lived so far was too ... "prepared", too flat, too logical . You lived the life that others wanted you to live, you did the things that others expected you to do and you took on the responsibilities they let you take and wanted to assume, but no more. Then I arrived, the great responsibility, your son, the life that came from your life, your obligation, your love. I arrived, full of illusions, but full of needs, complaints, cries. Eager to have someone to illuminate my life and guide my way, crazy to receive your kisses and your arms and fully prepared to make you see that, now yes, finally, you should make an important decision in your life: or continue living, simply because the days go by and your heart keeps beating, or live the real life, taking advantage of every second, every contact, every caress and every moment through my eyes, through my dreams, my illusions, my integrity and ultimately through me I arrived to remind you of those things that you had forgotten, I arrived to tell you that I do know what I want and how I want it, that I do know how to tell you that I deserve respect, that I will not let you forget me for a moment and that I will let you know that I love you and that I want to spend all the minutes of my life with you (at least as a child), I will teach you all this that you have forgotten so that you remember that you should always ask for respect, you must ensure your integrity, so that no one damages it, and that you must love and love yourself, because you have reasons… (I say, you are the most important person in the world to me). I came to teach you and I came to learn. I feel the slap, I feel the blow, I feel I have torn you so abruptly from that life that you lived by inertia. Only you must decide if you want to continue riding on that train or if you get out, even for a while, to demonstrate to others, and above all to show yourself, that you are able to take charge of your life and say that Now you decide. Thanks mom for being there, thanks for being my mother and accepting me as a son, thanks for listening to me and allowing you to learn. If you had not listened to me, if you had not realized my message, you would have finished bending my stubbornness, you would have ended many of my dreams and, instead of having taught you something, I would have learned to live like you, paying the bill of the life that I wanted to live.
I apologize if you expected a standard letter full of beautiful words but empty of content. Maybe next year I get something more romantic and more cheerful. This year, before entering the rainbow world in which we all want to live, I wanted (and needed) to write something more real. Something more related to the bitter, but at the same time more incredible to be a mother (father). Something that reminds us that having a child removes many things from the past and present to create, as a family, a new future.
