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| Mother's Day card my baby Zaao gave me. |
What a great day to write! It is Mother's Day in the US and in Brazil! I wish I could give my momma a big hug, massage her whole body, give her the most fragrant perfume, and kiss her feet! I just wish I could show her how much I love her. Mamae. That is how I call her. That is what my son calls me. Although he is learning English and Portuguese at the same time, I want him to call me Mamae. No other word will express our life history, our aches and pains, our connection and bond. Let me post a picture of Mamae here, too.
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| Mamae holding Zaao. |
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| My husband gave me this one. |
And here is a picture of the card my lover gave me. I want to treasure all of these things: my mother, my husband, my son, what they give me who they are. I want to be like my mother. She rises before the sun to prepare food for her family. She is busy all day cleaning, washing, running errands. She does it all to make sure her family is taken care of. And, sometimes, often times, I should say, she lets go of herself, and forgets to care for her own body. How I love my mamae. I hope to speak to her lovingly, to admonish her kindly, to remind her to love herself at least 1/10 of how much she loves others. My mother is my model of life. I love you, Mamae. Zaao loves you so much, too.
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