From time to time, among the hundreds of e-mails that circulate on the network, comes a small pearl that makes you stop to read it and smile.
A few days ago they sent me one that I want to share, because although I am a father, I recognize my wife in these words (not in all ...). It is a detailed description of a boy or girl who explains to someone, to recognize it, that "that's my mom".
- Mom is that lady with a mustache and braids on the hairs on her legs that swears that as soon as she has a little hole, only one, she shaves.
- Mom is that lady who carries in her bag a handkerchief with my boogers, a pack of wipes, a pacifier and an emergency diaper.
- Mom is that rocket so fast that it goes home fired and is everywhere at the same time.
- Mom is that juggler who puts on washing machines with her coat on while she opens the door to the cat with the other, holding the mail with her chin and pulling me away from the garbage can with her foot.
- Mom is that magician who can make tears disappear with a kiss.
- Mom is that forced to pick up my 15 kilos in one arm while the car is full of shopping with the other.
- Mom is that athletic champion capable of arriving in tenths of a second from 0 to 100 to prevent me from disagreeing with the stairs.
- Mom is that hero who always beats my nightmares with a caress.
- Mom is that lady with two-colored hair, who says that as soon as she has another little hole, just another one, she goes to the hair.
- Mom is that storyteller who reads and invents the funniest stories just for me.
- Mom is that chef who is able to make me a delicious dinner with two nonsense left in the fridge because she forgot to buy, even if she runs out of dinner.
- Mom is that doctor who knows just by looking at me if I have a fever, how much, and what he has to do.
- Mom is that economist capable of putting on clothes hundreds of years ago so that I go well handsome.
- Mom is that singer who sings the sweetest song every night while I cradle for a little while.
- Mom is that clown that makes me laugh with laughter just by moving my face.
- Mom is that sleepwalker who can get up asleep at 4 in the morning, see if I peed, change my diaper, give me cough syrup, some water, put on the pacifier, everything in the dark and without waking up. Do you see her It's her, the most handsome; the one who smiles.
Being an e-mail chain I do not know the author (I have not found it via Google) so the most I can do is to thank whoever wrote it.
