I tsatsa is no doubt, a special person, one of those women who can see through and beyond all things, who shares that vision of yours life and art in a blog: "Book of scraps"
A place full of wonders, in which emulsion achieves a fine between images, data and comments. A corner in this virtual world that I'm signed or rather hooked. Today I look at my mail and I find him a new post .. I have a minute? Yes, I look ... and wham! catch me as always, much more than a minute, I think today I was stuck for a long long time, because long after you close your blog even after you turn off the computer, the content of your post will go reelin in thinking.
I'm also looking forward to discuss this with my children: Nacho will look with that face a thousand eyes and makes absolute concentration is not to miss anything and Diana as with most things that "touches" the mentally try to sneak fiber at the point where it no longer supports more escapist maneuvering comment ... then when the story ends, the story, the drawings, I always feel that you are not satisfied or has chosen to stay outside, but then when least expected and apropos of nothing, or sometimes if-it brings up and realize that he has "draft." 
And Nacho, to determine if it has "arrived" is always the same face, a very trait that puckers your mouth by removing the lower lip, is thinking a few seconds ... something else apapola! (Apapola from tiny flame is like the butterflies, apapola is a word that seems so nice that we ended up adding it all at home in our vocabulary).
Itsatso In the post commented in his usual overshoot this story:
We're all a little Lorenzo ...
What is our bucket? What we drag injury or rarity so that we highlighted how special people for better or for worse? Why not all the pots, not all characteristics are bad or negative, let's start there, even if almost all to cause panic and rejection reactions in others.
already know: how different startled, even a simple trait or attitude. In this sense I have seen, that people sometimes intemperate spontaneous gestures of affection of my children were embarrassed to the point that they do not know how sometimes act, and people are naturally unable to answer when my kids hug so affectionately that expression. Could be your need for affection one of their "pots"?
I think will gradually realizing that the thing that "the true measure of love is love without measure" has many layers.
Or perhaps the pan to drag my children to be his oriental features?
has happened again today ... Diana have called "china" and she obviously perceives the contemptuous tone of that comment, and further to explain that it will say a million times and that is exactly like if you say "dark" because it has dark hair ... she is perceived as an insult.
I do not even bother to correct it says that telling you about, that it is Kazakhstan, so let's try a method of "disarming the opposition," and next time if you say it or which it says is blonde because you answer with an "and your hair blond." For just as she did not offend with his comments might serve him defense and self-confirmation.
"Mom you have you ever abused? -Uhmmm .. Well ... not long ago ... in line at the supermarket a rude boy I said "Pa and fat ass off!" (I have a size 42 eh??)
-Si??
-Si and as the truth is I have the bum a little fat because I am not offended. (And I put a little bum in pomp to what it finds)
-jajajajaja. A little bit ... if ...
- See? What about now if you get angry?
"You can not because it's true that you have a little fat boy's ass. (And if I kill?)
- So you understood?
"If mom. But ... who are more beautiful the Chinese or Kazakh? (E sta s and is becoming an existential question)
"There
Chinese and Kazakh gorgeous gorgeous
- Y hideous!
-Si daughter, there are pretty ugly and everywhere ...
I think we still have much to war with the theme of the features of his face.
coquettish Diana, Diana preteen, the other day I asked who gave her a bra, a girl of about her height came into the store with her mother for a couple of them, she would die of shame but among all, including Diana, "she normalize quite yet. When they left, Diana immediately said she wanted one just like that when I could start putting it in and that if he could test. 
Since the hormonal revolution has begun a few months ago in his body and summer clothing is more candid, I found a great opportunity for enter the world of lingerie for my work ... I have seen that in this there are two types of pre-adolescent attitudes: the one from little girl is dreaming of wearing bra and he does not want to see or painting.
I think all women have filed a story about our first fasteners.
remember my first bra with absolute clarity: (¡¡!!) yellow was from the former mark Warner's, (professional deformation) was seamless in the center of the glasses and the separation of a small circle that made the very fabric of the garment adorned with three green and pink flowers. I left the store with it on and I remember it was strange but at the same time gave me a feeling as being very old and very beautiful, I have a memory very similar to my first high heels "unforgettable" and like those, bra I caused an unnatural position ...
Anyway, my mother sent me home up for something while she was shopping in the pharmacy under the house, knocked on the door and my older brother and all-teen, just open the door and before even greeting me (or give me one of his pubescent rants), I let out a surprised "wear a bra! "I caused the immediate reflex shrug. I responded with "and you you idiot!", Which is to summarize the relationship in those days we kept my brother and me at the difficult age of 10 and 12 years. 
I can not remember whether this chapter made me to be more reserved with my classmates when my insides tell or teach, but if you showed it to my neighbor and friend Mercedes, the only daughter, to which his mother took very little buy one very similar. I also remember in class had a sort of division between "those that we had" and no, and then there was Anna, "special case", compañerilla so many things to which I frequented with love, that being older and higher that none of them were said to a table but managed to put one and fill it with cotton ... very cotton.
All these memories I bring them to mind the stories of my daughter and I do make dust with a smile but without nostalgia.
back to Diana, she is very happy with a whole strawberry, by chance the same color as my first set, that my mother bought me for jovencilla in the Corte Inglés brand Intima Cherry, was drilled and cotton panties and bra which came presented in a glass jar with white metal cap with a cherry in the center that was the brand logo, super cute like a jam jar more than a set of underwear. That jar saved my costume a long time until it broke.
As Diana was happy until yesterday did not hesitate to teach his own accord who would do a little of the brand new clip case: a mother of a meeting where we were on Saturday, their peers games, their classmates .... Up to one in particular that the baffled.
Anyway, went straight to the playground and Diana turned to tell the novelty of her life and her companion gave a "you a slut! "left my daughter mashed and very much misplaced, and yet its already released more than" skills "social defended a" slut you "that even allowed him to leave gracefully when not left very satisfied. A couple of hours after the event and at home, while I made the salad-and-not looking at what happened ... I told
- "Mom, why XXXX has called me slut? "
... She was embarrassed and felt very hurt, and that it is not one of her friends, but a companion, which speaks to me from time to time, a girl a little peculiar in form and content, also adopted the I think my daughter tries to make friends from the first day of class without success. Perhaps this bra to tell him not guilty and nothing but an attempt at rapprochement.
When my ears heard the word "slut" as a qualifier for my daughter, a murderer warmth made me the visceritas bile boil almost instantly. I stopped pepper cut into squares, breath and posture and tone of voice as standardized as possible will asked details about the incident.
held the rank of recreation, time: mean mañana.Parte contrary: XXX.Parte upset: Diana.Y me back to tell the tale ...
I asked her reaction when her best friend taught him the bra and I was rather surprised when I said that none of her friends, or our neighbor, with the most often played, he had made partaker of its novelty and the data that had me was realizing that I was using it as a "vehicle" approach especially with people outside family. also asked him why he had told her "secret" that girl that already had data that was in no way her friend had not told Noelia, Carmen, Maria del Mar, Andrea ... Surprised, I asked if it had to be taught before her friends, like it was the terrible failure of protocol and loyalty.
In the most reasoned that I could and with all possible prudence made him a lecture on friendship, difference between friends, colleagues and acquaintances on the desirability learn to keep secrets and share them with whoever we thought they would understand and share knowledge and correspond to our confidence, looked lost in a sea of \u200b\u200bdilemmas and insecurities and ready to get to mourn because he felt that he was wrong and terribly much to me insisted on saying that it was not easy to identify who could tell what secrets I could not hear the poor rather than single words: "secret" wrong person "unpleasant consequences" ... 
could read it , read how I felt was wrong with one of those mistakes that we with terrible consequences ...
are probably some who believe that this is one of those stories for which I am devoting too much attention, but my own story is full or empty ... rather guidelines this sense that have made me feel that uncomfortable feeling that the "story more than the account I must have some less." Maybe this blog is a way to find a road or a bridge between me and my extroversion introversion, my inner world disorganized and my need to communicate more than a way to organize and reflect on the events that I dislodged. To summarize and clarify the two stayed in that logic and contradefensiva response of "the slut are you" that Diana had used was probably even more handy if the answers, not more successful.
Diana
first thing I said was that the next day was going to apologize to XXX for saying it was a slut, so it does not seem fair, so we agreed that when he saw the occasion, directed that child to explain that she had made him a sharer in his secret because he considered her friend asked me ... Diana is right:
- What if I say it is not my friend or want to be? - And she herself said, "Then I say" you're missing. "
When we finished the conversation was cut into tiny cubes everything was about, until the chicken breasts that would make pies were cut into dice perfect for salads. next day Diana was more quiet and even met, they had physical education and services which are changed or recomposed after he found sports time to address his companion, told me that the conversation had gone something like this:
Diana: - XXX slut Why call me yesterday? I told you my secret because I thought you were my friend ...
XXX - Shut up!
Diana: You're missing out!
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