Como diz "eu também" em inglês? (Diário do Guigo)

Ontem, eu sugeri: "mãmi, vamos fazer uma coisa louca, como a gente faz nas sextas-feiras? Vamos jogar os colchões aqui e dormir na sala????". Surpreendetemente, ela topou. Na hora!

Hoje, de manhã, na hora dela sair pro trabalho, eu acordei.
Guigo: "Good morning, mommy!" (bom dia, mamãe)
Mãmi: "Morning, sweety!" (bom dia, querido)

Beijo de mãe na cabeça, um cafunezinho e ela disse:
Mãmi: "Tô indo, filhote. I love you so very much!" (eu te amo muitíssimo)
Guigo: "mãmi, como que diz 'eu também', em inglês, mesmo?"
Mãmi: "Me too!"
Guigo: "I love me too!"

Eu disse 'eu me amo também', quando queria dizer 'eu TE amo, também'. Mas ela entendeu pela minha cara!...

Mamarazzi Week - fotos que a gente fez e não publicou

Hi folks! During this week we tried to take pictures of us in many different ways. The only condition to all pictures was mommy SHOULD BE on it!!! So we´d like to share some pics that we took and didn´t post...

Pessoal, nós tentamos, durante toda a semana, fazer fotos nossas de maneiras diferentes. A única condição é que a mamãe tinha que sair nas fotos! Então, aqui vão algumas coisas que a gente fez e não publicou...


PICTURES THAT SOMEONE ELSE TOOK OF US 3
FOTOS QUE OUTROS TIRARAM DE NÓS

PICTURES THAT WE TOOK OF OURSELVES (hands stand up in front of us)
FOTOS QUE NÓS MESMOS TIRAMOS DE NÓS (estendendo a mão na frente do corpo)

PICTURES TAKEN BY BILL (Guigo)
FOTOS QUE O GUIGO FEZ

PICTURES TAKEN BY HELEN (Nina)
FOTOS QUE A NINA FEZ

Did you like it???
Gostaram???

Kisses and blessings.
Bjos e bençãos.

Mirys + Guigo + Nina

Mamarazzi - Friday (Diário da Mirys)

I know, I know... I should have posted this on Friday... I´m sorry!!! I have a quite busy day (weekend, actually). And I think better now than never, right?

I know, I know, these pictures should have a "mommy" on them. They don´t. But who could resist to a ballerina????? I don´t!!! When I saw her like this, I started to take pictures!

Eu sei, eu sei... eu deveria ter postado isso na sexta... desculpem!!! Mas eu tive um dia muito cheio (todo o meu final de semana foi uma loucura!). Então, eu acho que é melhor tarde do que nunca, né?

Eu sei, eu sei, a ideia do projeto era ter a "mãe" nas fotos. E essas fotos não tem a mãe. Mas... quem poderia resistir vendo a Nina arrumada assim??? Eu não consegui!!! Quando eu a vi de bailarina branca, linda linda, eu comecei a tirar fotos!!!

I was driving with one hand and holding the camera on the other hand, clicking, clicking (guys, don´t try that at home!). ´Cause I just have few minutes before she was inside the school. At a traffic light, when I saw the pictures, I saw an "attack"!!!

Eu estava dirigindo com uma mão e segurando a câmera com a outra, clicando, clicando (galera, não tentem fazer isso em casa!). Mas era só porque eu tinha apenas alguns minutos antes de deixá-la na escola. No semáforo, quando eu vi as fotos, eu vi um "ataque"!!!

"- Hey guys! What is that??? How sweet..."
And Helen answered me "- I don´t like... it is not fair... he NEVER ALLOWS me to kiss him..."

"- Ei galera! O que é isso??? Que lindo..."
E a Nina respondeu: "- Eu não acho... não é justo... ele NUNCA me DEIXA beija-lo..."

Mamarazzi - Thursday (Diário da Mirys)

Today, each kid took the picture of "mommy" (me!!!!! Yeppppp!!!) and the other kid.

Take a look and tell me what you think about it! ;)

See you all tomorrow?
Kisses and blessings.
Mirys

Hoje, cada criança tirou uma foto da mãma (eu!!!! Uhuuuu!!!) e o outro filho.

Dêem uma olhadinha e me digam o que acham, ok? ;)

Vejo todo mundo amanhã, por aqui?
Bjos e bençãos.
Mirys

Mamarazzi - Wednesday!

Today we wanna do something different. The kids were getting used to the "in front of the school pictures" and they asked me a thousand times for our pic ("- Mommy, we are NOT going to take a picture today? But we must post a pic on the blog!"). But I didn´t want another picture taken by a school assistent.

So... we waited until we get home (after school)!

What´s your opinion? We are late BUT we rock?????

Kisses and blessings.
Mirys
(pics taken by me holding my camera with one hand)

(fotos feitas por mim mesma, segurando a câmera com uma mão só, em frente do nossos rostos)

Hoje a gente queria fazer uma foto diferente. As crianças até me cobraram, na chegada na escola ("- Mãma, não tem foto, hoje? E a nossa foto pro bloggggggg?"), mas eu não queria mais uma que um monitor clicasse.

Então... esperamos chegar em casa, depois da aula!

E aí? Demoramos, mas abalamos?

Bjos e bençãos.
Mirys

Mamarazzi - Tuesday (Diário da Mirys)

(texto em português, abaixo)

I had some "plans" for today´s picture... but I have tons of things to do (as usual) and I just had time to the tradicional "in front of the school" picture. Sorry... We are posting this one (cause participating is the main thing).

I had the idea of different kinds of "mommy + son + daugther" pictures, in different ways. Yesterday´s picture was taken by a male school assistent. Today´s picture was taken by a female school assistent! SORRY!!! We hope that tomorrow we will do better than that (automatic photos, one kid clicking mommy and the other kid... we will see!).

Kisses and blessings.
Mirys

Eu tinha mil planos para a foto de hoje... mas vai ficar para amanhã! Porque estou numa correria danada (novidade, não?) e só tivemos tempo de fazer a foto na porta da escola, mesmo. Então, vamos mandar essa mesma!

A idéia é tentar diferentes métodos de fotos "mãe + filhos". Ontem, a foto foi tirada pelo monitor da escola. Hoja, a única diferença é que foi uma monitora diferente que tirou a foto! Putz... pra amanhã, prometemos novidades, ok?

Bjos e bençãos.
Mirys + Guigo + Nina

Mamarazzi - Monday! (Diário da Mirys)

(texto em português, abaixo)

Hi folks:

Following a (more than) pretty cool idea that I found on another site abroad (this one), I decided to make my week of "mamarazzi".

Yeeeeeeeeeessssssss, because every parent today has a digital camera and takes the blessed machine up and down, clicking the little ones. The problem is that we (mothers) were almost never IN the picture! Why?? Why??

Some say it is because they (the mothers) are not with makeup to be in the photo, they have pimples on their faces, the clothes are not cool and so on. We have a thousands of excuses! But the question that remains is: do you have picture of yourself with your mother when you were little?? If you have I bet two things: 1 - you love having visual memories of that time (isn´t it?), 2 - you did not notice before and never will notice if she was dressed up and tidy at the moment. The important thing is that you DO have this record of your childhood!

So this is the idea I embraced: this week, Monday through Friday, I'll do a photo per day "ME WITH MY CHILDREN". It´s ok to set the camera on automatic, it is worth asking someone to click, it is worth asking for a child of you to click you with the other child, it is ok to whatever your imagination let´s you to. It is just not ok not being in the picture! Who wanna go in the challenge with me: let 's go !!!!!

And do not forget to leave your link here (as a comment), if you join in the fun, right? ´Cause we love to disseminate cool ideas (and pictures)!

Kisses and blessings.
Mirys

Galera:

Seguindo mais uma ideia bem bacana que encontrei em outro site estrangeiro (esse daqui ó), resolvi fazer minha semana de fotos COM as crianças.

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiim, porque toda mãe, hoje em dia, tem uma câmera digital e anda com a abençoada para cima e para beixo, clicando os pequenos. Só que a gente quase nunca sai na foto!!! Por que??? Por que????

Algumas dizem que é porque não estão arrumadas para sair na foto, faltou maquiagem, tem espinhas no rosto, a roupa não está legal, não tem quem faça a foto... enfim. Desculpas existem aos montes! Mas, a pergunta que não quer calar é: você tem foto sua com a sua mãe, quando VOCÊ era pequeno??? Se você tem, eu aposto duas coisas: 1 - você adora ter recordações visuais dessa época (não é?), 2 - você não reparou antes e nem nunca vai reparar se ela estava maquiada e arrumada naquele exato momento. O importante é que você tem esse registro da sua infância!!!

Pensando assim, lanço a ideia que eu abracei: durante essa semana, de segunda à sexta, eu farei uma foto por dia MINHA COM MEUS FILHOS. Vale colocar a máquina no automático, vale pedir para alguém clicar, vale pedir para um filho clicar você com o outro, vale o que a sua imaginação mandar, só não vale não sair na foto! Quem quiser, vambora!!!!!

E não se esqueça de deixar o seu link aqui (como comentário), se você aderir à brincadeira, tá? Que a gente adora divulgar ideias (e fotos) legais!!!

Bjos e bençãos.
Mirys

Once upon a time 6 - His side of the story (Diário da Mirys)

That's right: Fer and I were just friends. We became best friends, somewhere in the path ... but that's it!

I had a boyfriend with whom I was the last 5 years and this relationship consumed me entirely. It had strong emotions, exciting fights, reconciliations made in Hollywood, love notes, flowers, surprising visits, tons of jealousy and insecurity. And we´re almost addicted to it. Me and him. And we had no room for anyone else.

Fer also had someone from the years before college. He was dating a beautiful girl, brunette, blue eyes, gorgeous body. She was from his home town. She was his high school sweetheart (always the most turbulent, but the most striking relationships, isn´t it?), and they remained together for many years in college. It was also something intense, with comings and goings, jealousy, like a script from some film.

As we were best friends and considering his opinion was always very sensible, when I was fighting with boyfriend #4, I ran to Fer to tell him and ask his opinion. And vice versa! With great male advices (to me) and great female advices (from me to him), we managed to keep our past relationships until near the end of college (kkkkk! If I only knew ...). There was never an "atmosphere" between us, I never received a "meaningless phrase" from him, we never had anything like that! We were just best friends!!

I remember being given advice to him that would have thrown his girlfriend into his arms (and vice versa, again) forever. "She's jealous? Pleased her, Fer! Buy some flowers. Make a little dinner for two. Call her at an unexpected time. Appears at her house in the middle of the week (she lived in their home town, remember?). Make a crazy passionated thing !!!". "You fought because you screwed up? Go there, Fer, go to her and apologize. But, make it right! Make her feel the most important girl in the world." Would not you be with a guy who made you feel THE one, the principal, the only one?? I'd be ...

Fer's advice to me was already completely opposite! ´Cause ... I was always on the edge, very intense, very high to the tenth power. And I had found my "pot cover", the perfect guy for me and my intensity (boyfriend #4). Pressure cooker !!!!!!!!!! So, the advices from Fer were "take it easy, Mirys. I know you 2 are okay, but need not stay stuck all the time. I know you 2 are not ok, but there´s no need to suffer so much. Pretend you have nothing to do with it, pretend that you do not want the guy back. " And he returned. Ding!

The funniest part (to me, of course. Because for her, should not have been funny at all!) was that his girlfriend died of jealousy me, according to Fer (watch out! I never talked to the girl about it). Me ????? My dear, why ????? I pushed this man to you! I was the only one around he who´s NOT interesting (remember that my girlfriends were beautiful?)!!! I was a boy for him, a fellow to tell guys stories (without the part of belching and some other things that men love to do to prove his manhood)!

But after the first week of college (in other city), he returned home. And he found his girlfriend. I will simulate now because, from now on, I did not watch the scene. I only heard it a few times (like 1,304,549,270).

Girlfriend: "Hi" smack, smack
Fer: "hi" smack, smack
Girlfriend: "Hey, how was school?"
Fer "It was cool. Very nice. The lessons were cool, the jokes with new peopel was fun."
Girlfriend, "and... do you met new people?"
Fer: "Yes. I made many new friends in class."
Girlfriend: "How cool! Who are they?"
Fer: "There´s guy A, guy B, guy C, girl Mirys, girl ..."
Girlfriend: "WHO IS THIS #@$%#@&*#$@! MIRYS ????????????????"

That´s it, folks ... I think I just have bad luck to be quoted in the first place ... and I only realized how serious and dangerous my situation was the day that I traveled abroad on a tour WITH Fer´s girlfriend ! Yes .. the world is the size of a pea ...

Once upon a time 5 - Friends!!! (Diary of Mirys)

We´ve met and became friends on the bus, that first day of college!

I'm not sure how it evolved into "best friends" but I know it evolved. And very quickly! Fer was very different from me: he was super shy (he has a brother who was beautiful, outgoing, hairy - everything girls love at 17years old, who also played guitar at parties. And they were super glued! So, one worth the other...), he had few and good friends, he loved to study, he lived in a place with a bunch of other college guys, he went out at night. My territory was the faculty(ies) because the rest of my life was a good ordinary ruled thing. It was kile house - 1st school - English classes - college #2 - house. I did not work (Fer was a trainee at a law firm). I spent my whole weekend at the church or with my church group (very good friends until today).

But we always had much in common: music, books, english, cinema. We thought much the same!

Fer was a member of ONE of my class groups in college (did I not tell you that I´d spoke with the door knob, if she answered me ???). This group was like: three girls and two boys (well... the "fix" members) plus a floating population that was always around. The boys were barbarians: good friends, always willing to help, good studants. Usually they took their license before us (girls) and they drove us up and down the city. Fer had a white VW!! It was alwasy breaking. It had a rum that led something to somewhere that, when heated, dilated and left the its correct place. So we had to stop the car, replace the barrel in his corner, cool it (Fer always had a pet in his car with water) and move on. Or was it or was a belt slipping problem and we needed to stop the car, put it in place, and move on.

Sometimes we went out at night. The whole gang. Then I discovered that my friend was a very good dancer (I just smile remembering of him dancing wildly at... hey, I forgot the name of the club! But remember that there was a blue drink there that I loved - when I decided to try some alcohol and bear one or two shots in the mouth).

To be outside, in a club, next to two of the prettiest girls in college was a common thing for me. I was never the beautiful one. Always the "nice" one. At first, I loved the title. Then I started to hate (because it came to mean "not pretty, but cool"). Then I returned to love again. But the girls were gorgeous! M. was tall, brunette, slim, with a huge smooth hair, super smile. L. was lower than myself, but had a clear clurly hair, green eyes and a body to die for! It was great when we went anywhere. Hang out with them was like going out with my sister number two (I will not do the ad because she has married now. But she is beautiful !!!): learn to talk to all the guys who were interested in them. Learn to be friendly, the "nice" one! Learn to smile and laugh, knowing that nobody would be interested in you when they´re around! And you understand that having "one meter long leg" is stunning only to Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman." For you, it means nothing when you have lower but WONDERFUL girls on your side! ...

But that's alright. I was dating the boyfriend #4, remember? And I kept in that way almost the entire college. So I went to these places just to dance! And I was allowed to go out so few times that I used my time to dance as much as possible!

And Fer, too, had a girlfriend. For a longtime ...

Once upon a time 4 - So intense.... (Diary of Mirys)

I think it´s important to leave some things recorded here, which may explain some "after" for you. Things that happened to me and they made me so intense. These things made me be passionate (almost dependent) to all this intensity in my entire life.


1st thing
Write in walls can be horrible! Clueless. Lack of respect. Absurd. Lack of civility. Etc. Etc.

But when you're very very young (I will not talk about age ´cause I don´t wanna to let you know for sure who did this), when it is your birthday and you arrive at dawn in the school and see the white wall in front of your college with a HUGE statement of love to you, with your nickname on it (just to be sure that IS for you, although you recognize the handwriting at this time), when the text is there gaping, that huge sentence saying that you are loved ... oh, well baby! Social convention and political correctness go to space (and beyond)!! There is a smile installed on your face and it will not go away at all!

(Actually, the smile came back, even today, many years later, only to remember that feeling ...).


2nd thing
Have you ever had a boyfriend who climbed on top of the table OR printed a banner OR called friends to make a serenade just to say "I loved you"? So ... I did! I confess that I loved every one of the things.

Even more: once he pretended not to remember it was our anniversary; and after I was super angry, he picked me up and gave me a more lengthy kisses of my life. In public. And all your friends made a circul around us and there was a bunch of applauses at the end. Shameeeeeeee.... I say "shame" today. At the time, considering I have space for wind in my head (which is what we all have before the 20s or so), I found it the best moment!


3rd thing
Once when I came back from a week on the beach with my family, I discovered that my boyfriend had been with another girl. Horrifying. I felt more ugly than she was (she was uglyyyy), of course! Small. Tiny.

When I saw him he came to tell me. He was super sorry. He didn´t know that I already knew (D.: thanks my friend for telling me!!!). And he apologized, and wept, and cried, and begged, and called me in the early mornings and late nights that followed. And begged (again). And I came back.

Won... The return after a fight! ... What a delicious sensation.

But the girl called him at home once. And I was there. And he swore he wanted nothing with her. And I did not know whether to believe or not. Then he gave me a phone and got to an extension. And talked to the girl and repeated that he wanted nothing with her, that he loved me and stuff. And she said she "didn´t care to be the other" (hello ????? I'm in the extension, my friend !!!). But he was firm and made one of the greatest indirect declarations of love for me I've ever heard (it was the least he SHOULD do, right?).

PS: I have forgiven. We came back. But he came out with this girl and many others after that. Until the day I found out and gave this relationship up for good. Not without crying, not without too much drama, too many apologies. But some people don´t seam in life...

4th thing
This is happy. And it is short!

One day, my boyfriend went to the beach with his family. And called me every day saying he could not bear how much he missed me. And I answered that "Oh, OK. Of course..."

Until he decided to to "prove" that he couldn´t live away from me. He called me and said - "I'm going to see you! Wait for me." And he arrived in our city in less than three hours. PS: the beach was six hours away from my city! I don´t wanna even think how he and his friend - who also had left his girlfriend in our city - ran on the road. When I realized, he had called me from his home and was waiting for me with candles and flowers and goodies! Woohoo!

NOTE: Tania, if you read this, you will know exactly what I'm talking about!


5th thing
The best and most unforgettable.

One night, I have a huge fight with my boyfriend. It was reeeeeallllyyy huge. For me it was always like this: too intense. If it was good, I was VERY-SUPER-MEGA-ULTRA-MAXI-WELL. If it was bad ... my friends ... I wept and suffered, and it was awful. But I was never nasty or disrespectful to others. The thing was about myself. I suffered like hell!

But my stupid boyfriend was sorry for what he had done and wanted to repair the damage. He wanted me back (oh, oh ...). And I did not accepted what he have done at all! You know the popular quote that says "scalded cat fears hot water" (in Brazil)? So ... that was it!

He called me and asked and begged until around 2 am, when my mother lost patience and sent me off the phone. Disconnected. But I did not sleep. I could not.

About six in the morning, I decided to go to the kitchen in order to prepar the coffee to go to school and in the middle of the dark hallway ... I found my mother with a broom and a garbage bag in hand. "-Miriane! Come back to bed! It's too early." What??? She has always complained that I took to much time to wake up ... IT MUST BE SOMETHING!!

She went to the garage and I followed her. And she continue to send me back to my bedroom. But I insisted and insisted until I got in the garage ... or should I say garden? We had a garage for 2 cars at home (since we were a family of mother + father + 8 little ones, at that time) and she was COMPLETELY covered in flowers! The cars included. Flowers of all kinds, colors, smells. Flowers for me. Flowers to apologize!

My mother had managed to sweep a little bit, but I focused on the rest. In color. In the amazing smell. Notes with "I Love You" which were mixed with the flowers. And that was one of the most striking scenes of my life until now!

PS1: of course I went back with that boyfriend! "Oooooobvious"!

PS2: it is unthinkable to imagine that my mother would take that vision of my life forever! Honestly ... When you are a mother, no matter how insane that is the thing that has happened in your house, if it is a demonstration of love for your daughter, LET IT BE, LET IT THERE! She (the daughter) deserves to see it!

Once upon a time 3 - Boyfriend #3 (Diary of Mirys)

I promised to tell you how I´d broken up with boyfriend number 3, didn´t I? Let´s see...

Well ... We (me and boyfriend #3) were dating for almost year but it was worthless. The balance was very heavy to his side: while I wanted nothing more than friendship, he is falling more and more in love with me ... I decided it would be better off, somewhat. So we talked and ended the relationship. Simple like that. Pretty much normal.

IIIIFFFFFFFF he´nt remained in love.
IIIIIFFFFFFFFF I was not a softie and easy to convince one, who can not say "no" and stick at it. Now I know. At the time I was a disaster! I was not dating him anymore, nor having casual encounters with him (remember I told you I do not this kind of things?), but I accepted to talk every time he asked me to talk to him. And listened. And talked. And tried to explain that it was the best for him. But ... he always had one more request for a conversation ...

I changed schools (at the third year of juniro high). So, I was no longer with him and the whole old group every day. When I wanted to see the girls, I get out with them. As we could not meet by chance at school anymore the boyfriend #3 started to go at my home and talk to me (and try to convince me to come back).

The only problem was that, at that time of my life, months after the #3rd broke up, the wannabe boyfriend #4 (that one about the little kiss at the bus), was already in the area. Super jealous! And huge (remember I told you he was more than 78 inches tall? Yeah ... forgot to mention that he weighed 225 pounds! And I weighed 112 pounds! Point taken, the guy was huge!). And because of his size, wannabe boyfriend #4 was frightening for the other claimants. And as I was the best friend of the wannabe #4 guy, I knew him so very well to know he could cause problems for my (now ex) boyfriend #3. So, I tried to avoid conversations with #3 (for his own safety).

But one day he insisted so very much that I gave in and told him to come to my house to talk (and I try to convince him, once again, that was not worth being together). He went there in his clean and beautiful car. And stopped at the door. 2p.m. sharp. I got in the car and we´ve talked there, in broad daylight.

In the middle of a sentence like: "-John Doe, you're pretty cool, but I do not deserve you ..." I heard a "BOOM!". Seconds later, another "BOOM." Followed by a "PLOFT". It looked like there was a bombing nearby (verrrrry close, like on top of our heads). A colorful bombing thoug! In the midst of such "BUM", "ploft", "SQUASH", "BANG", "Poft," "BAM", we begin to see the car window changing colors ... green (avocado), orange, yellow (egg), red (watermelon) ...

Near to my house there was a huge public grocery store. And fruits and vegetables unsold and unsaleable went to a huge trash can, right there in front of the store. What happened was that my (wannabe) boyfriend #4 passed in front of my house and he saw the car with me inside talking to the former boyfriend. Dying of jealousy, he stopped in the first place we found (the grocery store), grabbed the first thing found (or flimsy rotten fruit, garbage) went to a nearby space (across the street in from my house) and started throwing trash on the competition. Literally!

And so boyfriend #3 never appeared again!

(Closes the parenthesis)

Once upon a time 2 - The boyfriend # 2 (Diary of Mirys)

Opening a parentheses to not let you be curious after the things I´ve said...

Let´s establish some points: boyfriend number 2 was all that I wrote in a previous post. Or better saying: he was not everything I told you. At least, not with me. And I was there, all naive, 15y.o., dragging the worlllllllldddddddd because of him and he felt like he was the last cookie in the package (the most wanted one). With my help! I myself lifted the ball and gave it a "rape star trek" (remember that? A little note, below). Well ...

And there we were: me, super in love, thinking the boy was everything that was the good in this life, and he didn´t giving me any thoughts. To me, we were dating and I was what a girlfriend should be: if he called I runned towards him, I bought gifts, I send him notes, I was faithful, I do not leave home without him, etc, etc, etc.. Seing things from his perspective, we were not dating ... he was nothing of that! And so it went until I could not take over and putted an end to that dating thing (dating?? Courtship of only one ??? I was really silly).

Of course, I still saw the guy many times in my walks in Jau (my parents city) and I still received some calls and visits from him when I went to college (hence, I had become "important" and more interesting, people!). I confess that I was burning inside but I did not show that, no even open some space to he to enter. What if he told me he wanted nothing with me?? No way! To much risk! As my very intelligent mother say: some things are better not to be asken and not knowing than to be asked and you do not like the answer!

And I was always in doubt if the guy had some interest in me or not (if I was interested in us for the both of us). He was making fun, running around, etc. but he had never been direct like "I'm into you." And I pretended he was not there.

The coup de grace came when, after years and years (and I already forgot of his existence and my teenage crush was already 100% ended), I seted up my wedding. And he read about it in the newspaper. Small town's difficult to hide things! Then, days (few days) before the wedding, I get a little letter from him. Hand in hand (how did he find me???). Plus: he delivered the following message (coming from his mouth): "- would be wasteful to the world if you do get marry because you are too good to stay with one person only ... Here (he gave me the letter). If you change your mind, I am around here. "

Miriane´s Ego 1,000,000,000,000 X 0 boyfriend #2

Point for me! Late, but struck!

A little note: Star Trek: a specific type of drawing down in volleyball. The ball is right in order to achieve great heights (about 25 meters). The increase in the radius of the parabola described by the trajectory makes the ball almost straight down, and at speeds of 70 km / h. Popularized in the 1980s by the Brazilian team, especially by former player Bernard Rajzman, he is now considered outdated and is no longer playing in international competitions. Source: wikipedia / volleyball

Once upon a time 1 - Hi. Nice to meet you (Diary of Mirys)

I started college by the age of 17yo (recently completed). I was a baby, I know! I did not know anything about anything at that time. Honestly, I think it was better that way...

I only had 4 boyfriends (I never "be" with anyone. I had relationships).

The first one was magic! I started to date him when I was 13 years old (he was 17) and just had our first kiss on 14 November, i.e. after my 14th birthday! Dad taught me well. I delaied and wait to the maximun! But when it happened, wow, IT HAPPENED!! Everyone says the first kiss is a disaster, you do not know what to do, neither does the boy, etc ... but I got lucky! My first boyfriend was much older, i.e. super adult (cof! cof!), and my first kiss was exactly what I had dreamed of. Result: I got the head in the clouds for suuuuuuch a long time. And I adopted as a motto the phrase: "the important is kissing on the mouth and being happy." Don´t you laugh!! It was super deep and meaningful, for me, at that time! Guys, remember that I was only 14 y.o.!!!!!!!!! I was dating this boy for more or less a year (counting from the beginning that we would call that a "dating" cause we only walked around hand in hand).

The second was a mad crush. What did I have in my head at that time????? The guy had nothing to do with me, wanted nothing to do with me, but I carried bags the size of the world for him. Humpf! There are people who are so silly, right? One day (after I had sent roses to the house of the guy !!!), he decided to "step down" to my level and we got together. It was perfect! Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. We were finally dating!! I was so in ecstatic about it that I did not realized that we were dating just for me! Just in my head! He was not in a relationship! Seriously! We dated (like "only I've dated") for a year untill I broke up (hello?????) with him. And I carried chains ´cause of this guy for over a century! ... (Go figure the bizzare being that inhabits my body ...). PS: one day, I paid it back! But that is for another story!

The third boyfriend was a nice and cool guy who was much more interested in me than I was in him. You know that classic case of groups from school that has 5 girls and 5 boys and all the other eight are involved lovingly, unless you and a boy?? So that was the case. My case. It was my first boyfriend who had a car, someone that pick me up and give me lifts, who had talked to my parents, who worked, who gave me gifts. I was very, very well treated in those days. And it was a delight to get out all together, with the group. The hard part was when we were just the two of us. He liked me more than the reverse and when the balance tilts too much to one side, the relationship does not flow. It was terrible breaking up with him ... but my next boyfriend gave me a little help (hilarious details in a forthcoming post).

The 4th boyfriend, I even called him "brother" because we were so close to each other. Like "really best friends", you know? I had helped the poor and small (he is more the 78 inches tall!!!!) guy to stay with his 2 first girlfriends. I was a real friend, do you get it? Until one day, in a bus, coming back from a trip with a bunch of friends, I asked to sleep on the whole bank (yes! He would have to move to a bench foward on the bus, in the middle of the noisy part of it! How cool was I?). But his legs would not fit in any space other than that one where we´re seating - the last seat. And he suggested that I fell asleep in his lap anyway. And I say "ok" (he was like a BROTHER to me! Focus, people! Focus !!!!). So, in the middle of my sleeping time, he gave me a little kiss on the mouth and I woke up scared. WHATTHEH..ISGOINGONHERE?? DeclarationS and confessions rolled high, but I could not see the boy in another way that was not as my brother. After all, best friend's almost a brother, is not it?

But the guy was insistent ... He nocked at my door, and talked to me at church and he asked to his friends to talk to me and asked and asked and asked. One afternoon, in front of my house, I decide to say: "-Yeah. Let's try." Where I was thinking at that time ??????????????????????? (When you know the whole story, you will understand my question). But the fact is that we kissed and... it was horrible! Yes, terrible! But so, so, so terrible that I played not nicely and said "-Ok .. that was not cool ... well ... let´s try this: I'll kiss you like my ex boyfriend used to kiss me and then we see if it works, ok? Then, you tell me what you think ...". (Boys who read me: if one day some crazy girl say such an indecent thing for you, run! Run away!! Run as fast as you can!! Close the parentheses.) Despite the french kiss worked out very well with my ex, with that new wannabe boyfriend nothing tourned out right at the first attempt. Neither the second, nor the third. But, some say that the practice leads to perfection... I'll just say this then: perfect! Years and years of practice later, he still holds the medal for "best kiss of my life!". Humpf! It´s better not remember or think about it.... I dated him for 5 years from junior high until I almost finished two colleges.

Yes, with all the wisdom I have at 17 years old, I decided it would be a good idea to start two colleges at the same time! I did law school in the mornings and journalism in the evenings. And since I was a little girl full of aspirations in life, I still attached some more specialized courses of English and French and dancing in all my free afternoons!

The first day of class at law school was classic: a lot of veterans, classroom presentation, a lot of requesting for pennies at the lights, general drunkenness with veterans at one of the most famous pubs in the city. And in the middle of all this I retourned home. Full of dreams, plans, expectations for the future. I went home by bus because I did not drive (could not) at the time. I was sitting in the back of the bus, whistling for life! "What a wonderful world..." And someone asked me:

"- You are also in the FAC (law school), don´t you?"
I look to my side and there was a boy, about 17, skinny skinny, sitting beside me, someone I thought I had seen before in the class. He was not huge (like my boyfriend). He was not super beautiful. He was not a leader of anything. Not attracted attention. It was pretty shy, actually. But, he was fortunate that I was not! On the contrary, I always talked to anyone who wanna talk to me (even a blue streak)! And because I was dating the huge boy number 4 (above), because I was in the phase "all-in-good-than-life-has-to-offer" in that relationship, I was so in love, so I started talking to the boy on the bus. Zero problems in sight! A begginer like me. A little lost like me. Skinny and brown hair like me. We step out the bus at the same point. I should go to my grandmother´s (remember I lived with my grandmother?) and his shoul go to his aunt, where he lived, who stood near. At the corner of my house, I turned to him (he would continue uphill, toward his house) and said:

"- So bye. See you tomorrow."
"- See you tomorrow. "
"- Oh, I'm Mirys, by the way."
"- Very nice to meet you. I'm Fernando."

Once upon a time... (Diary of Mirys)

Many people keep asking me about the accident. They ask for details. They ask me about "who", "when", "where", "why" and then ". I have told about it here (which was the volume of information I could handle at the moment). And I think I'm still not ready to speak about that night and the following week. I made a time lapse on purpose in the story (the blog started 10 days after the accident). I made a lapse in the texts and also in my little head. Some days I want to forget ...

Note: for those who do not know, our stories were written long before this blog and there were retrieved with the help of sensational friends!

But there are people who ask me about the BEFORE! "How", "where", "when", "in what way ", "what did he feel", "but you were just friends right?". And about that I have good stories to tell!

Yesterday, writing about my grandmother , I remembered some parts of this story. And I decided it would be nice to leave it registered here, with all the details and confusions that seem interesting to me (people!!! My children will read this one day, do not forget about that!! And I, mother, do not want go from "fun" to "mad mad!").

Of course I can not write "briefly" (cousin .. so sorry! ... but you said you like what I write!...). And it will become a virtual soap opera, complete with scenes of the next chapter, and (hopefully, hopefully, hopefully!) many comments of my co-producers (you, readers!) telling me what would follow IF the story was theirs!

Then, whenever you want to follow the soap opera, look for the icon "Once upon a time." I intend to post them in order and numbered. So you can continue where you left off!
How about?? Let´s go??

Kisses and blessings.
Mirys

Follow here as I left it ... (Okay, okay ... not that much in the pass! I will start when I met Fer or a little before - just to thrill you!)

And I turned (we turned!) into that ...

10 on 10 by Mirys

(texto em português abaixo)

This time, the post goes in Portuguese and in English due to several reasons. First of all, cause this brilliant idea came from Rebekah (USA) and I definetly want them (she and her readers) to be able to read my post in a better English than the one from the "translation button".

Second reason because perhaps (I just love this word - "perhaps") some people from other parts of the world could read it and I hope the text could help them. My blogger says that the posts of this Diary have been read by many people from US and England... but I just received 3 or 4 comments... maybe cause they are not sure I can communicate in English. So here I come, people. Please, leave your comment, thoughts, feelings or tips for me. I will appreciate that A LOT! It is so good to share experiences!...

You know... for quite some time, now, I have had some "regular" days. Nothing great about them. Nothing exciting. Nothing with colour or beauty. When the one that you love dies, life goes around without meaning... You just keep going because you don´t have options. In my case, I kept the line cause I have 2 pretty little ones at home! God, I´m so gratefull for them!!!

So, all of a sudden, a person like me, always positive, always smiling, always seeing the good and great aspects of everything... just stops. Without realizing it, this person gaves it up. One night, one awesome kind guy trying to help others, one phone call, one car accident under the moonlight and the beauty of life just vanished in the air...

Step by step, after one year, I have tried my best to get life back in its tracks! I cherished the family moments (mine and his), I took some time for my friends, I enjoyed movies again, I travelled with the kids, I started to take pictures again (thanks Ashley Ann for being such an inspiration), I bought some new CDs.

And today, in a very special way, Rebekah made me see life with all its beauty, in a regular day. A day without the kids (vacation, yet!). A realy normal day. If I haven´t seeing the 10 on 10 project, it will probably be a wakeup-work-home-work-home day. With nothing special about it! But... with the 10 on 10 project, I payed attention to every little detail of my day! The tea I like, the piece of dark chocolat, the book I read. I even "forced" myself to go and do good things in a regular day, to make it special! So I went to cinema (twice!!! Yep!!!), I enjoyed a restaurant with great company, I was proud of my girl (I payed attention to the compliments people say to me about her), I painted my nails, I bloged. And that was fantastic!!!!

Why I dont do this every single day??? Why doesn´t you????
How about trying it, tomorrow?
Rebeca: thank you for such a great idea about seeing colour and life in a "regular day".

Kisses and blessings.
Mirys


Desta vez, o post vai em Português e em Inglês, por várias razões. Em primeiro lugar, porque essa brilhante idéia veio de Rebeka (EUA) e eu, definitivamente, quero que eles (ela e seus leitores) sejam capazes de ler o meu post em um inglês melhor do que o do "botão de tradução".

Segunda razão porque, talvez, algumas pessoas de outras partes do mundo poderão ler o texto e espero que ele possa ajudá-los. Meu "blogger" diz que os posts deste Diário foram lidos por muitas pessoas dos EUA e Inglaterra ... mas eu recebi apenas 3 ou 4 comentários ... Talvez porque eles não tenham certeza de que eu posso me comunicar em inglês. Então, vamos lá, galera: por favor, deixe seu comentário, pensamentos, sentimentos ou dicas para mim. Eu gostaria muito de lê-los! É tão bom compartilhar experiências!

Você sabe ... há algum tempo, eu venho tendo apenas dias "normais". Nada muito interessante sobre eles. Nada emocionante. Nada com cor ou beleza. Quando a pessoa que você ama morre, a vida anda sem sentido ... Você só vai tocando porque você não tem opções. No meu caso, eu mantive a linha porque eu tenho 2 lindos pequenos em casa! Deus, eu sou tão grata por eles!

Então, de repente, uma pessoa como eu, sempre positiva, sempre sorrindo, daquelas que sempre vê os aspectos bons e positivos de tudo ... simplesmente para. Sem perceber, esta pessoa desiste. Uma noite, um cara do tipo incrível tentando ajudar os outros, um telefonema, um acidente de carro, sob o luar, a beleza da vida simplesmente desapareceu no ar ...

Passo a passo, depois de um ano, eu venho dando o meu melhor para conseguir colocar a vida de volta em sua rota! Eu curti os momentos em família (minha e dele), eu separei algum tempo para os meus amigos, eu me diverti no cinema outra vez, eu viajei com os filhos, eu voltei a tirar fotos de novo (obrigada Ashley Ann por ser uma inspiração), eu comprei alguns CDs novos.

E hoje, de uma forma muito especial, Rebekah me fez ver a vida com toda a sua beleza, em um dia normal. Um dia sem as crianças (em feriado prolongado, ainda!). Um dia realmente normal. Se eu não tivesse visto o projeto "10 em 10", hoje, provavelmente, seria mais um dia de despertar-trabalhar-irpracasa-trabalhar-voltarpracasa. Sem nada de especial nisso! Mas ... com o projeto "10 em 10", eu prestei atenção a cada pequeno detalhe do meu dia! O chá eu gosto, o pedaço de chocolate preto, o livro que eu li. Eu mesmo "me forcei" a fazer coisas boas em um dia normal, para torná-lo especial! Então eu fui ao cinema (duas vezes!! Yupi !!!), eu curti um restaurante com uma companhia ótima, eu fiquei orgulhosa da minha garotinha (eu prestei atenção para os elogios as pessoas me dizem sobre ela), eu pintei as unhas, eu escrevi o blog. E isso foi fantástico!!

Por que eu não faço isso todos os dias?? Por que não você??
Que tal experimentar, amanhã?
Rebeca: obrigado por uma idéia tão sensacional para mostrar a cor e a vida em um "dia normal".

Beijos e bênçãos.
Mirys

E no início havia... uma história!

(text in English below)


Pois é... cedi!

Após um certo tempo ouvindo amigos e parentes dizendo "por que você não pega o diário das crianças e faz um livro?", "por que você não escreve um blog?", eu acabei pensando que começar o tal blog, na verdade, seria muito mais simples e rápido do que providenciar o livro. Então, apesar de não ter totalmente desistido de me aventurar no mundo literário, decidi começar esse diário virtual.

Vou escrevendo assim... aos pouquinhos...
Talvez algum dia vocês me encontrem mais empolgada e vejam textos grandes!
Porque escrever (e ler!) faz parte da minha "terapia" comigo mesma!!!
E ver filmes, muitos filmes. Claro!

Espero que vocês, que nos conhecem, possam se entreter com as nossas histórias, das quais vocês também fazem parte. E se inteirar da vida dos seus sobrinhos!
Espero que vocês, que não nos conhecem, possam, ao menos, se divertir! E descobrir que, toda mãe (e, por que não?, todo pai), em algum momento da vida, passa por alguma coisa muito parecida com a que você está vivendo. E possa ver que a vida é, na verdade, realmente impressionante, divertida, mágica... mas simples!

Bjos e bençãos!

Well... I confess I embraced the idea!

After some time listening to friends and relatives saying "why do not you get the 'diary of the children' (e-mails) and transform them into a book?", "why do not you write a blog? ", I just start thinking that this blog actually would be much simpler and faster than writing a book. So, despite not having completely given up on me venture into the literary world, I decided to start this virtual diary.

I am writing this ... bit by bit ...
Maybe someday you'll find me more excited and writing biiiiig texts! ´Cause write (and read!) is part of my "therapy" to myself!
And watching films, many films. Of course!

I hope that readers that know us (in person, I mean) will be entertained with our stories, of which you are also part. And ascertain the lives of your 'nephew' and 'niece'!

I hope that you readers that don´t know us can at least have fun! And find that every mother (and why not say every father), at some point in life goes through something very similar to the one you are living. And you can see that life is really, really impressive, fun, magic ... but simple!

Kisses and blessings.

Meu pai - polvo!

(Text in English below. Enjoy it!)

Lá em casa sempre houve uma argumentação entre o pápa e a mãma:

* o pápa dizia que, na vida, amigos a gente tem poucos. Que ele podia "contar nas mãos" os amigos que tinha, aqueles com quem podia contar, para o bom e o ruim; aqueles que estariam sempre lá!
* a mãma dizia que ela tinha um milhão de amigos! E amava cada um deles! E tentava se dedicar a cada um deles, da melhor forma que ela pudesse. Começando no Nono e na Vovó, até alguém que ela tivesse conhecido há poucas semanas, mas que já tivesse dado demonstrações de afinidade, que ela achasse que poderia confiar para sempre. Plim! Já entrava na conta dos amigos da mãma.

Aliás, é IMPRESSIONANTE a capacidade da mãma de fazer amigos novos. Bastam "5 minutos" e as pessoas já estão contando a vida para ela, super íntimas! E ela se dedica a cada novo membro do seu não restrito, mas amadíssimo rol de amigos! Então, ela não conseguia entender o pápa quando ele dizia que tinha "poucos, mas bons amigos".

A verdade é que eles nunca chegaram num acordo sobre isso. A mãma teimava com o pápa que, se ele parasse para fazer cálculos, iria perceber que existiam várias pessoas na vida dele com as quais ele poderia contar, que estariam lá "para o que desse e viesse", por ele. E ele insistia nos "poucos e bons", que se contava nos dedos das mãos.

E então, no dia 24 de janeiro desse ano, acho que minha mãe ganhou a "discussão": quando ficaram sabendo do acidente do papai, muitas, muitas, muitas, muitas, muitas pessoas foram para nossa cidade, se despedir dele. Muita gente que já era de lá mesmo... mas outros tantos viajaram horas para ficar conosco e falar tchau! Teve gente que sabia que não ia dar tempo de chegar e vê-lo pela última vez, mas, mesmo assim, pegou o carro e foi pra nossa cidade. Teve gente que ligou de longe (muito longe, Portugal, França, Alemanha...). Muitos, ainda, não ficaram sabendo a tempo, então inundaram a página do Orkut do papai com mensagens de amizade e amor.

É pápa... se você podia contar seus amigos nas mãos... você devia ser, no mínimo, um polvo! (Pessoal, não se esqueçam que eu sou só um menininho de 6 anos - recentemente completados - e, na minha imaginação, polvos podem ter mãos. Muitas! Pelo menos, mais do que as 2 do papai...)

Bjos e bençãos.

Guigo + Nina + Mamãe (os 3 mosqueteiros)

OBS: a todos vocês, NOSSOS AMIGOS, que de longe ou perto estiveram conosco (e ainda estão, em orações, em recadinhos de e-mail, em torpedos no celular da mamãe, em comentários neste blog), o nosso MUITO OBRIGADO! É bom saber que meu pai foi um cara assim: tão amado!


At our home there was always an argument between Mom and Dad:

* Daddy said that we have few friends in live. He could "count on their hands" who were his friends, the ones he could rely for the good and bad, those who were always there!
* Mommy said that she had a million friends! And loved every one of them! And she tried to devote to each one of them as much as she could. Beginning with grandpa "Nono" and Grandma until someone she had met a few weeks ago but had already given demonstrations of affinity, in who she thought she could trust forever. Ding! Already entered into the account of Mommy friends.

Moreover, everyone thinks it is AWESOME the capacity Mom have to make new friends. It takes only "five minutes" and people are already telling her their life story, feeling very close to her! And she is dedicated to all new members of this "not small but much beloved" list of friends! So she can´t understand Daddy when he claimed he had "few but good friends."

The truth is that they never reached an agreement on this. Mommy insisted with Daddy that if he stopped to do some math he would realize that there were several people in his life at whom he could count, who´d be there for him no matter what. And he insisted on "just few and good ones which he could counted on his fingers".

And then, on January 24 this year, I think my mother had won the "discussion". When they have known about Dad's accident, many, many, many, many, many people have gone towards us to say goodbye to him. A lot of people that was already there (in our city) ... but many others have traveled hours to speak with us and say Daddy goodbye! Some people who knew they would not have time to come and see him this one last time, traveled any way. Nevertheless, they took the car and went to our city. We had people calling from far away (meaning: Portugal, France, Germany ...). Many people were not told in time... anyway then flooded Daddy´s page on Orkut with messages of friendship and love.

"Daddy ... if you could tell your friends in the hands ... you should be at least an octopus!" (Guys, do not forget that I'm just a little boy of 6 years - recently completed - and in my imagination, octopuses can have hands. Many! At least more than 2 that my father have ...)

Kisses and blessings.

Guigo (Bill) + Nina (Helen) + Mom (the 3 musketeers)


Note: all of you, our friends, who were near or distant to us (and still are, in prayers, in email messages, in text messages in Mommy´s cellphone, in comments on this blog), our THANKS! Good to know that my father was a guy like that: so loved!

Dez dias (Diário da Mirys)

(texto em português, abaixo)

São Paulo, February 2, 2010.

Dear Friends,

I did the math: 10 days. It has been 10 days since you gave me one of the greatest proofs of friendship I could ever experienced - you came, you called and sent me messages to share with me my pain. To each and every one of you, my most intense THANK YOU!

Since that Saturday night (that does not go out of my head ...) until now, many things have happened. Good stuff! Daily doses of love and caring and understanding, came from family, friends, people I did not know, God. And I decided it was worth writing, at least to leave my story to the children registered, so they can know the full story of our family one day. Our family, made our way, with our little rules, with our joys and sorrows. So, I ask you all permission to continue to send you the "Diary of Guigo" and "Diary of Nina," telling the adventures and misadventures of that child's world (in which I am wonderfully immersed in the past 5 years).

Some may wonder: why write to friends? Does someone need to read? My dear friends: to write was not enough, I had to share with you ... as I have been doing for years, when I use some time of my day to update you with the "diaries" of my children ...

First of all because, every day, God cares for us and has shown us His unconditional love, His kindness in preparing special days and very special people to put in our way. As unbelievable as it may seem. And that can not be kept just for me! It is not the kind of thing you write for no one to read, or the kind of thing you hide in the drawer! Even in the middle of all this turmoil, God has given me clear demonstrations of His protection and care, day after day. And I needed to share this with you to be sure that no matter how big is your suffering, or how your life may seem inconsistent at some point, He is there, every minute, loving and caring!

Second of all, I wanted to write our story because, in the texts, the moments are recorded forever, love exists for always, people do not die ...

Kisses and blessings!
Mirys


São Paulo, 02 de fevereiro de 2010.

Queridos Amigos,


Fiz as contas: 10 dias. Faz 10 dias que vocês me deram uma das maiores provas de amizade que eu poderia ter experimentado – vieram, ligaram e mandaram mensagens para dividir comigo minha dor. A todos e cada um de vocês, o meu muito, muito, muito obrigada!

Desde aquela noite de sábado (que não sai da minha cabeça...) até agora, aconteceram muitas coisas. Coisas boas! Doses diárias de amor e carinho, compreensão e cuidado, vindas da família, dos amigos, de pessoas que eu não conhecia, de Deus. E eu decidi que valia a pena escrever, até mesmo para deixar a minha história e as das crianças registradas, para que elas possam, um dia, conhecer toda a história da nossa família. A nossa família: feita do nosso jeito, com as nossas regrinhas, com as nossas alegrias e tristezas. Por isso, peço licença a todos vocês para continuar a lhes enviar os “Diário do Guigo” e “Diário da Nina”, contando as aventuras e desventuras desse mundo infantil (no qual estou maravilhosamente imersa, nos últimos 5 anos).

Alguns podem se perguntar: para que escrever para os amigos? Alguém precisa ler? Queridos, não bastaria escrever, eu tinha que dividir com vocês...como venho fazendo há anos, sempre que separo um tempinho para atualizá-los com os “diários” das crianças...

Primeiro porque, por mais inacreditável que possa parecer, a cada dia, Deus tem cuidado de nós e nos mostrado seu amor incondicional, seu carinho em nos preparar dias especiais, em colocar pessoas especialíssimas em nosso caminho. E isso não se guarda só para si! Não se escreve para ninguém ler, não se esconde na gaveta! No meio de toda essa turbulência, Deus tem me dado, claramente, demonstrações de sua proteção e cuidado, dia após dia. E eu precisava dividir isso com vocês para que tenham certeza de que, não importa quão grande seja o seu sofrimento ou quão inconsistente pareça sua vida em algum momento, Ele estará lá, em todos os minutos, amando e cuidando!

Em segundo lugar, eu queria muito escrever nossa história porque, nos textos, os momentos ficam registrados para sempre, o amor subsiste, as pessoas não morrem...

Bjos e bênçãos!
Mirys

Como falar certas coisas para crianças... (Diário do Guigo)

(texto em português, abaixo)

Jau, 24 January 2010.

There are some things in life that are harder than others. At least for you adults. We (the children) worry you for being too simple... So, that said, I´d like to tell you a story (that Mom is trying to write for two months now) ...

Yesterday, (almost) our entire family went home for lunch because the Daddy invited them: grandmothers, Nono (grandfather), uncles, aunts, me, Nina, my little cousin John. Even those who want not to eatappeared just to "be together". It was so good, so good, that we stayed at "lunch time" until 8p.m., talking, playing, enjoying the company. Hence, Daddy kissed the people good bye and went to Bauru (take grandma and our uncle Gú home). We (me, Nina and Mommy) went to grandma Mirte's house to take a bath and play longer and have some dinner. We expected to be (our) home to sleep time. Daddy was supposed to pick us up later (after coming back from Bauru).

We just stayed there. Uncle Ju and aunt Lilla appeared to sleep with us. We watch some kids movies in the (closed) living room and slept all together, at grandma´s house.

The next day someone took us (me and Nina) to aunt Nê's house (she is a sister of Uncle Ju) and we were there playing video games and watching princesses movies. You already know exactly who did what, right (me=v.g., Nina=princesses movies)?

And ... around lunchtime Mommy appeared, with Nono (her father), aunt Lilla, uncle Math and aunt Ju (Mommy think we had more people in that room but she can not remember ...). Then, Mom said she needed to talk to us. Nina stopped the movie, I "stop" the video-game and we get together in the room.

Mama put us on the couch and sat on the floor (quickly Nina jumped to Mommy´s lap). I was straight on the couch. Mom had a sad face but "put" a smile on (as she like to say) and began:

"- Puppies, Mommy needs to talk to you. Yesterday, when Daddy went to Bauru, an accident happened on the road. Our car was not hitten but other cars did. And a boy´s car was on fire. Then Dad took the fire extinguisher from our car and pzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz extinguished the fire "(imagine my mother trying to make gestures and smiles at this point)

"- So, he saved the boy, Mommy?"

"- Yes, my son, he saved the boy. But then, God saw that Dad was very cool and it was better to him to live with God ... and Daddy's gone. "

"- Dad died, Mom?"

"- Yes, son, Dad died." (the smile just ran of Mommy´s face)

"- But ... He died for real, Mommy? "

"- Yes, son, he really died."

"- So, now, we just have a mommy?"

At that time, a little birdie told me that Mommy felt tiny, alone ... she realized that now, we only had it (mom) now! And that SHE only had it, too.

But (be prepared becaus who has God has ALWAYS a "but" and the story does not end just like that...), ½ seconds, without giving Mommy much time to answer my question, we THREE started hearing "and you have a grandpa Nono!" "and you have an aunt Lilla" "and you have an uncle Junior" "and you have an uncle Math", "and you have an aunt Ju", "and you have an aunt Maiya", "and have an aunt Titina", "and you have an uncle Thiagus", "and you have a grandma Mirtes", "and you have a grandma Dina", "and you have a grandpa Almanir", "and you have an aunt Jo", "and you have an uncle Juninho", "and you have an aunt Baby", "and you have an uncle Dario", "and you have an uncle Gú", "and you have an aunt Mayanne", "and you have an uncle Mu", "and you have an aunt Mel", "and ..........."

The three of us realized that we had so many people, yet. People to take care of us! To play! To make movies sessions! For a walk! To teach! To divide our life! To laugh and to cry! AND THAT WAS SO GOOD TO HEAR AND FEEL!

So, our whole family (everyone who was there, physically, and others who were with us in their heart) said a prayer, asking God to take care of Dad, who is now in heaven. I prayed first, then Nina (very quickly because she did not open his mouth, almost all the time) and then mom.

THE END


Jaú, 24 de janeiro de 2010.

Tem algumas coisas na vida que são mais difíceis que outras. Pelo menos para vocês, adultos. E nós, crianças, às vezes, por sermos muito simples, preocupamos vocês... Quero contar uma história (que a mamãe está ensaiando escrever, há dois meses)...

Ontem, (quase) toda a nossa família foi lá em casa almoçar porque o pápa convidou: avós, nono, tios, tias, eu, a Nina, meu priminho. Quem não foi comer, apareceu depois, só para “ficar junto”. Estava tão bom, tão bom, que ficamos “almoçando” até às 20hs, conversando, brincando. Daí, o pápa deu um beijo na gente e foi pra Bauru, levar a vovó Dina e o tio Gú. Nós (eu, a Nina e a mãma) fomos para a casa da vovó Mirtes, para tomar banho, brincar mais um pouco e jantar. Dormiríamos em casa.

Acabou de ficamos por lá! O tio Jú e a tia Lilla apareceram para dormir com a gente. Fizemos sessão cineminha na sala e dormimos, todos juntos, por lá mesmo.

No dia seguinte, nos levaram (eu e a Nina) para a casa da tia Nê (irmã do tio Jú) e nós ficamos lá brincando de video-game e assistindo filmes de princesas. Vocês já sabem, e-xa-ta-men-te, quem fez o quê, né?

E... na hora do almoço, mais ou menos, a mãma apareceu, com o Nôno, a tia Lilla, o tio Jú e o tio Math (a mãma acha que tinha mais gente, mas ela não consegue se lembrar...). Então, a mamãe disse que precisava conversar com a gente. A Nina parou o filme, eu “stopei” o vídeo-game e fomos conversar na sala.

A mãma nos colocou no sofá e sentou no chão; a Nina pulou pro colo dela e eu fiquei direitinho no sofá. A mãma estava com uma carinha triste, mas “vestiu” um sorriso (como ela fala) e começou:

“- Filhotes, a mãma precisa conversar com vocês. Ontem, quando o papai foi pra Bauru, aconteceu um acidente na estrada. O nosso carro não bateu, mas outros carros bateram. E tinha um carro de um moço, que começou a pegar fogo. Então o papai pegou o extintor, foi lá e pzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz apagou o fogo” (imaginem a minha mãe tentando fazer os gestos e sorrir, nessa hora)

“- Então, ele salvou o moço, mamãe?”

“- Sim, filho, ele salvou o moço. Mas, daí, Deus achou que o papai era muito legal e era melhor o papai ir morar com Ele. E o papai foi embora.”

“-O papai morreu, mãe?”

“-Sim, filho, o papai morreu.” (acabou o sorriso da mãma)

“-Mas... morreu de verdade, mãma?”

“-Sim, filho, ele morreu de verdade.”

“-Então, agora, a gente só têm mamãe?”


Nessa hora, um passarinho me contou que a mãma se sentiu pequenininha, sozinha... que ela percebeu que, agora, a gente só tinha ela mesmo! E que ELA só tinha ela, também.

MAS (preparem-se!!! Quem tem Deus, SEMPRE tem um “mas” e a história não termina assim...), em ½ segundo, sem dar muito tempo da mãma responder à minha pergunta, nós TRÊS começamos a ouvir: “-e têm vovô Nôno!” “e têm tia Lilla” “e têm tio Júnior” “e têm tio Math” “e têm tia Jú” “e têm tia Maiyara” “e têm Titina” "e têm tio Thiagus" “e têm vovó Linda” “e têm vovó Dina” “e têm vovô Almanir” “e têm tia Jô” “e têm tio Juninho” “e têm tia Baby” “e têm tio Dario” “e têm tio Gú” “e têm tia Mayanne” “e têm tio Mú” “e têm tia Mel” “e tem...........”

Percebemos (nós três) que nós tínhamos muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttttaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa gente, ainda. Gente para cuidar de nós! Para brincar! Para fazer sessão cineminha! Para passear! Para ensinar! Para dividir a vida! Para rir e para chorar! E AQUILO FOI TÃO BOM DE OUVIR E DE SENTIR!

Então, toda a nossa família (todo mundo que estava por lá, fisicamente, e outros que estavam com a gente no coração) fez uma oração, pedindo para Deus cuidar bem do papai, que agora está no céu, morando com Ele. Eu orei primeiro, depois a Nina (bem rapidinho porque ela não abriu a boca, quase o tempo todo) e a mamãe.

FIM