Eli, Paco and Seb 3

Paco, my 5-year-old, asked me, “I don’t get it mom, Joe Biden won, so why are you still mad?”

Me: Paco, you not wanting to clean the mess you made doesn’t have anything to do with politics…

Eli, Paco y Seb ( En Español)

LA FAMILIA ODD por Rosalva Ruiz (SuperNova)

Eli es el de 8 años, es el mas callado, el que mas trabaja sin que nadie lo vea. Es responsable, tambien tiene lo suyo. Es un niño que disfruta su niñez, mas es serio y más adulto cuando es necesario.

Como ya sabrán, el momento mas ameno para mi es ir en camino de la casa a la escuela y viseversa. Es el momento en que Eli y Paquito me hablan de lo que piensan. Me refiero a cosas serias, no a lo normal de un niño. Eli como de costumbre, me saca unas preguntas que en algunos momentos son muuuyy difíciles de contestar. Mas que nada porque intento contestarle con sinceridad, y en ocasiones, las respuestas se contradicen en mi pensamiento, y es ahí, cuando se me hace difícil.
El día de hoy fue uno de esos días o mas bien dicho, una de esas preguntas…
La pregunta fue, de porque Dios es mas importante que Santa? Hmmmm
Le dije que es mas importante Dios porque la navidad se celebra por la natividad de Dios. Se que según la religión, es cuando nació su Dios. En mi religión, Dios nació el día 25 de Diciembre, y esa es la fecha que le estoy enseñando a Eli, según NUESTRAS CREENCIAS. Y le dije que Santa vino mucho tiempo despues, cuando había mucha hambruna y problemas en cierta ciudad. Un hombre decidió dar comida a los mas desafortunados y ropa o juguetes a algunos niños. Que en su momento se le hizo llamar Noel. Le dije que Dios nació en el año cero. Mas Noel o Santa nació en los 1700 (Creo, no recuerdo muy bien las fechas). Y como todo Dios vino primero. Y ahí me dio la pregunta difícil”Y mama, porque pasan cosas malas a las personas, si Dios nos esta viendo y esta a nuestro alrededor?”… este niño como me da dolores de cabeza de repente con sus preguntas… La respuesta que le iba a decir me hizo sentir culpable y a la vez frustrada. Digo, quien en su momento, no le ha preguntado a Dios, porque a mí Creo que todos en algún momento de nuestra larga vida, nos hemos preguntado eso. Y todos los días, se ve alguna que otra noticia de las injusticias que hay por todos lados. Como puedo contestar algo tan sencillo y tan difícil de explicar? Claro me fui por que es que existe también el diablo y que es una lucha constante que tiene Dios y el diablo… Pero honestamente, es algo que aun cuando he dado la respuesta mas sencilla, queda ese mal sabor de conciencia

A Piece of Mind

During these days of the month I tend to be an observer.  Not that it helps on my daily life. It’s just that there is no other choice, either I do that and sit or stumble on anything, or become dizzy and fall. It’s just those type of days. I give a big praise to the doctors and nurses and anybody that has to deal with blood on a daily basis. I can’t even fathom the idea of smell of blood from my own body, much less from other people. I guess it gets stronger as my age advances.

On these days, I’m so happy that I was able to give birth to boys only. They won’t have to deal with this mess during all their life. Well they might get to deal with their spouse’s period cycles, but at least they won’t have to deal with the change of emotions, the hammering on the head, the pulling and itching of your breasts, the swelling and almost bursting of your fingertips, the tachycardia, the feeling of an infection in your most private part, the extra feeling of smell and hearing… Oh, and to top it off with the constant nausea and colic before and during those days. Now some women have it easy, they literally bleed for 3 to 5 days. But not me, no Sr. it has to be from 8 to 14 days.

So yes, it’s not justa a single itty bitty thing, it’s a conjunction of things that leaves no room to be happy, much less enjoy an active life during these days.

Hence, I do as much as I can before these days, since I know that during these days I will be like a lazy animal. In fact, I have instructed my kids on what to do during these days if by any chance I pass out in a dangerous place. The eight year old knows that he needs to call his dad first, and if it’s necessary, after calling his dad, he needs to call 911. The 5-year-old knows that he needs to take care of his 3-year-old little brother, you know, not getting things that might harm them or things like that. The 8-year-old is in charge, so he needs to take care of his 2 little brothers. Unless that his dad, grandma or aunt comes and pick them up they can’t go with anybody else. Otherwise call immediately to his dad, or his aunt and follow instructions from them.

I know it’s a big responsibility for an 8-year-old, but unfortunately life doesn’t give us a heads up. It just comes and gets what it wants when one least expects it and boy if I know.  If it weren’t for my sister’s information when we were in an accident several years ago. I don’t know how much time longer would we be in the hospital without a family member; and she was only 9. (Just in case, if anyone is interested I wrote about that accident a while back. It’s called “Angel with a gum.”)

Since I know that  this happens to me every month, I am in a way training them like how the schools do a fire drill. Is best to let them know ahead of time, than for them to panic and god knows what might happen. Wouldn’t you agree?

Eli, Paco y Seb 2

Paco

He’s a bit of a parrot
Hence me calling him
Paco Pacorro is a given.
He’ll be a great politician
There is only white or black with him
Either you go to the right
Or the left
There is no in-between.
He is what we call
“Gente de raza”
In other words
He is from the hood
He may be 5
But sometimes
It feels like
He is 15
One either adores him
Or hates him.

But the core of it all
He is humble
And although sometimes
He looks like a troublemaker
He’ll stand for what’s right.

This is the introduction of the 5-year-old.

A few days ago
Seb, the 3-year-old
Came running from his room
And as soon as he saw Paco.


He stopped and practically commanded
With a playful voice,
“Paacooo, open your moudth and say aaahh!!

Paco who was playing with legos
Looked at him and followed along, “Aaaaahhh.”

Seb started laughing and saying, “haha you missing a toodth! Hahaha”

Paco turn his head towards me and shouted,
“Mooommm, tell him to stooopp!”

I just couldn’t stop laughing
I wasn’t expecting that.
It was hard to stop laughing
And be showing anger…