Footprints


There’s so much to think back on… so many memories… and now I realize how short life is and how much there will still be for me to see and learn, even after I’m gone.  

I now look back in time and recognize that you reach a point in life when you realize that many things you thought were essencial at the time, lose meaning and it becomes clear that the only ones worth striving for are, and will always be, love, family and friends.

I like to dedicate “Footprints” to the two who walked through fire for me and my brothers; my mother Edith and my father Juan Alberto, who worked devotedly all their lives and made lots of sacrifices to do whatever was necessary to provide for us, and ensure that we all three had a home, education and happiness.  It’s them I thank for helping me understand the true meaning of love.

My folks were Superman and Wonder Woman. My dad Juan was a tower of a man; he was strong and protective like a lion, had great sense of humor, and was passionate about his home, his wife and three kiddies.  About my mom Edith? Oh brother…  my mother beats all records, and to this day, I never encountered another mother who accomplished as much as she did.  Nothing stopped her then and nothing will today either.  She’s a rock in the outside, but inside, she is as delicate and fragile as a little canary.

Their words of advise and warnings about my walk through life still wander in my head, and often times I even dream about those good old days growing up in Argentina, in my parents home.  I had such happy and magic childhood, and it was all thanks to their efforts of ensuring I did.  

With stories, life reflections and wise advise, I dedicate Footprints to them, and to all those who helped us understand the true meaning of embracing and loving life and this beautiful world God created just for us. 

It was a hot summer afternoon in Argentina, and I remember once as a kid my mom putting me and my brothers to take a nap. Rather than sleeping, my brothers started to playfully wrestle with each other on the bed, getting my mom pretty irritable.  She then asked my dad to please go stop them from playing, and get them to sleep at once, when my dad responded: “Edith, let the two brothers laugh and play and enjoy each other, for the day will soon come when they’ll grow up to be responsible family men, part ways, and they will never have the chance to play with each other again”.  Decades have passed since that day, and I still hear my dad’s voice saying that, and I think: Gosh, my dad was right.  How much I miss being a child.

My life lessons