Papers boats and other stories:
It is interesting, as
I age; the memories of childhood come to mind with another taste. The
recollections I have been experiencing have brought a new perspective in my
life. I guess it is because, now, I can stare at my past without the anxiety of
dealing with the pressuring matters of the moment. I can look at myself and see
who I was and now, I no longer feel the need to judge or to be perfect.
I was raised by my grandmother, a extremely strong woman (in
her 4,9 ft tall), and that early in life had decided that was not enough to
have 6 kids on her own, but she then decided to raise 28 more (yes, she adopted
all of them). I remember Grandma running around and organizing the life of all
In the long rainy days of the tropics (For those that do not
know, I was born and raised in Brazil), our big entertainment was to make
paper boats and go to the cobblestone streets to put them on the stream to see then run towards the drainage system.
Among all my uncles, I had one, a little older then me, that for some reason,
even though we were not really close, he decided to spend all his time, and
instead of doing his own boats, he decided to make them for me. And he did
those with such love and care, and because I was always very small and sick, he
made them small and very delicate.
His patience and care sometimes unsettled me,
because by the time he finished, all the other kids were gone and they were
already playing by themselves. As I child, I was never fully grateful to him,
his patience, or the subtle way he constantly taught me that is not important
to run in the front of others, or make the best paper boats, what really matter
was to make our best, with all our love and care, even if the other person
would not appreciate and pay attention to what you did for them.
Today, as I age, I
see how many lessons of love and compassion I had in my life. My uncle is no
longer alive, but in this day, I honor his presence in my life and I send to
him all my life in a paper boat made with my gratitude and appreciation.
In deep respect for all that is,