So many times I have thought about something and didn't find the courage to say it, or I just didn't think it was important enough to mention and then what happens is that the other person/people never got to know what was in my mind. And sometimes what is in your mind cannot be read by others and cannot be guessed. And there you have it, misunderstandings, confusion and sometimes totally ignorance about how one is feeling or what one is thinking. Many times is all because of laziness, and now more than ever I appreciate people who take a few minutes to say what doesn't seem all that important but at the end it is.
En tantas ocasiones he pensado algo y no he encontrado el valor de decirlo, o simplemente pense que no era suficientemente importante como para mencionarlo y lo que ocurre es que la otra persona/s nunca se enteraron de lo que estaba en mi mente. Y a veces lo que esta en tu mente no puede ser leido por los demas y no se puede adivinar. Y ahi lo tienes, malentendidos, confusion y a veces ignorancia completa sobre como uno se esta sintiendo o lo que uno esta pensando. Muchas veces es por pura vagancia, y ahora mas que nunca aprecio a la gente que se toma unos momentos para decir lo que no parece muy importante pero al final si lo es.I realized when I went back to Spain how I could classify people depending on how they reacted to me when they saw me for the first time after loosing my husband. Many times they avoided me, they would cross to the other side of the street or they would talk about something light so that "the difficult subject" wouldn't come out. I didn't like that, and I felt sorry for those people who weren't able to look at my eyes. I also admired people who found out about my situation and talked about it openly. I like that. I like showing what's inside of me clearly and I like when people that matter do the same thing to me.
Me di cuenta cuando fui a EspaNa que podia clasificar a la gente dependiendo de su reaccion ante me cuando me vieron por primera vez despues de haber perdido a mi marido. Muchas veces me evitaban, cruzaban la calle o hablaban de algo mas liviano para que "el tema complicado" no saliera. No me gustaba nada, y sentia pena por esa gente que no eran capaces de mirarme a los ojos. Tambien admire a las personas que se enteraban de mi situacion y hablaban del tema de lo mas normal. Me gusta. Me gusta enseNar lo que esta dentro de mi claramente y me gusta cuando la gente que me importa hace lo mismo conmigo.My friend from high school met my husband several times. She visited us in Florida every time she came to see the spring training of her favorite baseball team. She wrote me a nice email after he died, remembering about his many talents, one of them that she most enjoyed was his cooking skills. He was well known for his great touch in the kitchen. Last month, she sent Luca and I a present, two stuffed animals so that we weren't feeling lonely and a beautiful book for Luca to remember his dad. I thought it was such a nice thing of her to do. I thought about writing her, then I thought I should call her, then I thought about writing again, and everyday I think about it and haven't done anything about it yet. Well, today I wrote her an email because I realize that words matter, and the gratitude I feel towards her is just not enough. How is she going to I know how much this means to me if I don't take a few minutes to tell her?
Mi amiga del instituto conocio a mi marido varias veces. Ella venia a Florida cada vez que habia entrenamiento de primavera de si equipo favorito de baseball. Ella me escribio un email bonito al poco de que el muriera, recordando sobre sus muchas habilidades, una de ellas que ella disfruto mas fue su destreza en la cocina. Tenia fama de tener una mano especial para la cocina. el mes pasado, ella nos mando a Luca y a mi un regalo, dos muNecos de peluche para que no nos sintieramos solos y un libro preciosos para que Luca recordara a su papa. Pense que fue un detalle tan bonito. Pense en escribirle, entonces pense que deberia llamarle, entonces pense mejor la escrigo, y cada dia lo pienso y aun no he hecho nada al respecto, Bueno, hoy le escribi un email porque me he dado cuenta de que las palabras importan, y la gratitud que siento por ella no es suficiente. Como se va a dar cuenta ella de lo que esto significa para mi si no me tomo unos minutos para contarselo?And this is all connected to several stories happening in my life at the same time, one of them the comments I get in my blog. Those little comments make such a difference. I am so happy when I read that somebody out there that I don't even know cares, and that they are happy to read what I have to say...Thank you so much for all your comments, they all matter so much.
Y todo esto esta conectado con varias historias que me estan ocurriendo a la vez, una de ellas, los comentarios que recibo en este blog. Esos pequeNos comentarios importan tanto. Me pongo tan contenta cuando leo que a alguien de algun lugar que ni siquiera conozco le importa, y que estan contentos de leer lo que tengo que contar...Gracias por todos vuestros comentarios, me importan mucho.And this is nuts, but because I didn't have a picture or any craft to add to this post, I decided to make the shopping bag I wanted to give my friend who babysat for Luca the other night so I could go out and have some fun. I finished it in a couple of hours, just for this post, otherwise I don't know when was I going to make it...I used one of my Ikea fabrics and it became big and spacious, I hope she enjoys it as a shopping bag. I should make some for myself and stop using plastic bags...
Y esto es una locura, pero como no tenia ninguna foto para este post ni nada que enseNar, decidi hacer una bolsa de la compra que queria regalar a mi amiga que cuido de Luca la otra noche para que yo me fuera de juerga por ahi. La acabe en un par de horas, justo para este post, sino no se cuando la habria hecho...use una de mis telas de Ikea y es una bolsa grande y espaciosa, espero que la disfrute como bolsa de la compra. Me deberia hacer una para mi y dejar de usar bolsas de plastico...