Memoir Monday #45. My mother's favorite memory

When I saw the theme of this Monday memoir I couldn't help but write because mothers are beings that give off light wherever they go and, as with all mothers, mine is the best in the world.

That's why I want to thank the members of the @silverbloggers community and @ericvancewalton for this initiative.

I must say that my mom has been a special person in my life, a being that illuminates and gives life to everything around her and, it must be that she inherited that from my maternal grandmother who was in charge of raising her and my uncles, even, her teaching, love and affection reached the grandchildren.

Having said that, I want to say that this publication is dedicated to my mother, but it is a tribute to my grandmother for all she did for the good of her family.

After these opening words, I go to my favorite memory of my mom.
Of all the moments I have lived with my mother there is one that demonstrates her greatness, humanism and love for human beings.

This happened on one of my birthdays and it marked me forever because at the time I was very upset about what happened, but with the passage of time I have been able to understand the greatness of my mother's action and the moral teaching she gave me.

It so happened that my mom worked at a high school and didn't make it to the birthday party. My grandmother and uncles said it was getting late and we should start the birthday and when my mom arrived she would understand.

So we did and my birthday began. In the house were my uncles, cousins, my sister and two or three neighbors because the situation was very difficult and the existing resources were scarce.

Suddenly, a noise was heard outside the house. It was my mother who had brought home my classmates, most of them boys who were in great need. I was very upset and could not understand how it was possible for my mother to reduce our birthday ration.

Explained this way it seems like any anecdote, but no.

A few days later I had forgotten what happened, but my mother, with the intelligence of mothers, had a conversation that I remember as that October 7, 2003, my 15th birthday.

The conversation began with these words:

You will never be richer for denying someone a plate of food because, when you give something it is always returned to you multiplied.

Those kids are your classmates in school and, many will be your friends or companions for life. They are the extended family you have in life and, if one day you have a problem, they will be the ones who reach out to you.

But, most importantly, you cannot be a selfish person because it makes you a cruel and unhappy person.

He told me more things, but, these things stuck in my mind.
To this day I have been faithful to that moment and most importantly, I have been able to see how right my mom was.

So much for my participation in this week's entry.

Credits: I used Google translator.
The photos are my own, taken with my Samsung Galaxy phone.