By the time I am going to hit again publish without reading twice how and what I've put here it will already be 01.06. This date it's the international day of kids and for me has an extra meaning.
For you to understand the context, I was mostly raised by women. My grand-grand mother and my aunt and in weekends my mom and dad. This day is about her, my grand-grand mother, she would have been 100 today but 17 years ago she passed away. We have a saying that mother is the one that raises you not the one that gives you birth.
She was my extraordinary person and I never got the chance to say THANK YOU. At first sight, you would have been tempted to say that she was a simple person from a village that moved to the big city, but she was nothing like that. With just 4 classes she moved to the big city to follow her passion and learn how to sew. And trust me when I am telling you that she was damn good at it.
She raised her brothers, 4 kids, 4 nephews, and 1 grand-nephew (me). That's a lot so by the time she started with me, you might say that she was an expert. I was her reason from the day I appeared, her husband had passed away not so long ago before I was born and therefore you might say that I was her life jacket at that point.
She was reading every morning, without missing a day, 3 newspapers and she was a self-thought person and yes she was damn smart. Smart in the way that she had the capacity to learn stuff and she was growing every day, not like the stupid people you have today looking at Antena 3 (i had to make this comparison just for you to understand). Before I even knew how to write she thought me mathematics by playing with me a game called "cabinet" and soon after she started sending me to the market in order to buy the groceries and all that. The best part was that I was getting a reward and so she thought me that in life you need to work nothing drops from the sky. Later on, in life, my aunt asked me to help her with the accounting and I was getting 50 bani for each document. I worked my ass off when everybody was out playing just to have my own money for the weekend.
Coming back to my grand grandmother, I never got the chance to thank her:
- for all the stories about the second world war that made me love history so much;
- for encouraging me from the 1st grade on the 1st of march to buy trinkets for all the girls because it's a sign of respect and if you are looking at me from up there, I am still doing it even today
- for the 4th grade when I learned about Valentine's Day and I explained to her what it is and she thought me that we have Dragobete that it's the same. Still, she understood the new ways and when I told her that I want to write a personalized card for each girl in the class because they all deserve to feel special she encouraged me. Thanks to her I've learned that it doesn't take to much to make a person smile and we should all try to do it more.
- for the fact that she gave me money for my first date ( towards the end of the 4th grade) and she told me to kiss her hand when we meet and then even if she wants to pay for her juice for me to be a gentleman and stop her in the way and paying. I understood since then that a woman has to view the man as her equal and that the men has to be there to respect and take care of her.
I could continue for pages but I think that I can summarise it all by saying thank you for shaping the man I am today.
Self-confidence was never my strong point when it comes to relations but when it comes to school and later on work, watch out, I have too much of it. She was the one that told me " Even if you are saying some stupid, keep your head up high, nobody was born knowing everything". Just imagine how this shaped me. :)
She was joking very often saying that she will die and every time I was getting mad and I was telling her that she will leave enough to see me get married have kids and that my kids will have a grand grand grandmother. She was smiling every time and maybe because that's why she was "torturing" me with this.
I am still thinking of you so often and I am so sorry that I didn't get the chance to thank you for everything and to tell you in more words how much you meant to me. I hope that from somewhere you are looking at me sometimes and that you are proud of me. I am not there yet, I know, I had my fair share of stupid doings and I am sure that you would tell me some words but all and all I hope i didn't disappoint you.
I miss you so much, I love you.
01.06 forever in my life, tattooed on my skin and in my heart.
THANK YOU "MAMAIE"
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