A Colombian story about my childhood..
When I was a child I used to spend my vacation
time on my grandfather's home, during these days a memory have come to my mind
that for some odd reason I can't forget.
My grandfather was always an academic person
and he always encouraged us to study and advance in a professional way, all his
children studied Law (except the granddaughter/ sheep with her preferences for
biology), my vacations were mixture of full afternoons studying (He gave us homework
and lessons to memorize) and the evenings were meant to play with the kids of
the neighborhood. My grandfather's
authority figure remained until his last days, a strong an wise man, full of
knowledge.
Within his preferences were: reading, watching
scientific shows (from somewhere I had to get my love for science) and the math.
Is curious, because sometimes I feel that I have many things about him (he was
very fluent and eloquent when he had to debate or present an idea). When he passed
on the very next days I could listen in my mind his voice and I knew what he
would say in front of a determinate situation.
I didn't have a grandfather who hugged me or
told me that he loved me every time he saw me, my grandfather was a person who
was concerned about our education, so he always took great pains to teach us
and insisted the importance of being professional, THAT WAS HIS WAY TO LOVE US.
This is something that I call a love with a purpose, sometimes you love people
because that is what your heart feels and you always want beautiful things
happen to them and you don't pressure them to make decisions in their lives, a
love without expecting anything back. On the other hand my grandfathe's love
had a goal and it was to become you the best version of yourself. In that way
he taught us about spirit, intellect and life.
He wasn’t perfect, he used to mention his
defects and its consequences, he was irritable and stubborn as well, but I
could say that he was one of the first men that taught me the equal rights and also
as women, we´re going to face many life situations that could be unfair but
that we could handle better if we are professionals.
I was afraid of my grandfather (that was weird
because he always was flexible with me and very permissive as regards issues of
studying or games, but when I was a child I confused the respect with fear)
Similarly I loved him a lot because I saw the beautiful connection he had with my
dad, when I saw them talking and I noticed how my dad laughed I knew that it
was love and complicity. One of the moments that I keep in my heart was the
time that I wanted to change my career, instead of judging me or taking away
his support, he told my dad if it is what I loved and wanted to do he
shouldn't push me to study something I
wouldn't be in loved with. And he
explained him all the specializations and different fields I could work on, it
truly meant a lot for me.
When his arrival time from work was near,
around 6-7 pm, I was always afraid I hadn't learned my lesson properly or that
I wasn’t behaved good enough, I thought he would reprehend me (he never did it,
not a single time) and looked through
the wall outside anxious to see if he was walking home.
My grandfather was really tall and he was
always dressed in an elegant way, he walked and you realized his security in
each step he took, I used to see him at the distance, late in the afternoon with a bag of lemons in his hand, and my
heart was filled with joy to know that he was arriving to the house. We had 15
minutes before he got home and we ran around the house to accommodate the
things as he liked, we waited until he finished his dinner and then we asked
for permission to go outside and play. Sometimes he asked about the lesson he
gave us, and our reward was to go out and play with the other children.
Sometimes those afternoons come to my mind
again, I remember them with plenty of love and affection, sometimes I would like to be able to go there and look trough
the wall outside his home and see his silhouette in the distance knowing that
he’s going to get home.
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