Very good! that life is a journey Rose, who already have a certain age, you know very well. Who among us has not had to face tough times throughout his life?. We leapfrogging, in which we increasingly assuming greater responsibility ... Pass exams, to finish the race, find jobs, floor .... you get married and then come the children. Since that time, your life turns around 180 degrees. Until then, your struggle for survival or to satisfy your ego trip ... However, since you're a parent, your scale of priorities change. Everything revolves around them, the ones at home.
Vale, it is true that there are more people who are important to you. But believe me, those who are parents, know what we're talking about. On your shoulders rests an enormous responsibility. At least during its early stage until puberty, will depend entirely on your decisions. Your morning will be seriously influenced by what you've done or how you have behaved with them. That said, it is hard eh?. Luckily you do not have all day in the head because of nutter would end, but that at certain times, in a case that I fuss over her head and sometimes I feel like my chest is shrinking, as if I gasping for air ... bufff !!... I'm not a Superman.
want the best for them, but you have to hit security. What is best for you, may not be for them. You can not be too rigid nor too soft ... find the middle ground is not as easy as it sounds. Being a friend or a parent. That is the question ... Nobody handed me a book of instructions in the hospital when they were born either of my two beautiful children. So touch confused, as I have assumed. I hope they know I forgive, because any of my acts, and I will, with the best of my intentions or in many cases, the product of circumstances that could happen at any time. All this paranoia that I tell you, coming so that what happened last Saturday 26. The evening, though clouded the sky of Madrid at least not seem to predict rain. There was no better plan, so I stay with my friend Xosé (en gallego) and their children to go to the ski football in the park. It also would point then other friends. There, we met with more children who were giving the ball. We mixed to make a couple of teams more or less balanced and have a good time throwing a few laughs and as usual, also the odd chop ... That is missing! Or talk about it !!.... Penalty !!... "Are you blind ??... We meet four popes and a litter of kids whose ages range between the 14 of older and 6 the smallest ... You can imagine the calico ....
The case is that the partidillo ran under the terms ... I mean, my team won je je ... and also a free-kick goal of my youngest son, Hugo. All those present, oblivious to what was about to happen. It's funny. Few things now, after known, could have done to avoid it, but no solution. The small gang of friends, David for 5 years and Paulo, about to be 4 years in a few days, playing around the football pitches. Too small to play with us, entertained with what they had at hand. In one of those times, they seized a scooter and were seen circling the area. To be honest, not much has missed them, being more aware of the game than anything else, but I left with the desire to draw your attention to a couple of times they entered the track, crossing between the rest of the kids on board scooter.
In one of the sets of the game, Xosé receives a long ball back, turn and the race begins ... I run parallel to it to defend the play, along with the left under the counter attack. Then suddenly, in a spectacular way collides with small they were in scooter once again came to the door, unaware of the danger that this entailed, rolling all over the floor. My buddy seemed to be the worst part at first, but soon incorporated knees to help his son lying on the floor that the lift let go with his funny little voice, "Dad, I've done shit." My eldest son, his brother Brais and other children who had gathered around the scene, drew a laugh in unison. But Xosé had noticed something that no one noticed. She screamed in horror and suspense raising Paulo was shot off his car ... ! Oh my god ... Oh My God !!!... sob ... Another parent who had the keys to your car came after him. Then the rest. The little boy was not holding his right leg, he had fractured. Xosé mounted back and another friend took the wheel, coming in the opposite direction to avoid wasting time and playing the horn to vehicles coming from the front, to come apart. His brother wept disconsolately Brais and faces of all present, white, disoriented and disjointed.
then I would go for my car to find a mother who was at home, to take her to hospital, seized the early nerves initial logical, until little by little reassuring. Once
Hospital Gregorio Marañon, under emergency child, the child had been treated by doctors. Go to see him in the living room, where there were more children. There was, tumbadito on the table with his leg immobilized, while showing off her beautiful smile as always. He had a broken tibia and fibula. Buffff ... ! .. poor. But while the boy was evil, that was worse was his father, who was devastated for being the involuntary cause of it. A fatal accident but which unfortunately for him was his executor. He told me tearfully hugged me. "I wish it was me .... .... I wish it was me!"
Those words inspired this post today. Hardest hit may happen in life, is that something tragic happens to their children. before something happen to them either, I would put me ahead without a second thought ...
would give my life for you, my children. !
PD: have spent a few days after that. Paulo was admitted five days to prevent and control possible infection because it was an open fracture. Is in his house with his parents and brother. He loves football and his idol is my regret "Messi", influenced by his father ... Stay with its name because it is the cryo I know that at an earlier age, handles the ball better than many more ... Yago Paulo.
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