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The rocking chair
My only daughter, she was born on September 8, 2007.
I am a single mother, on August 6, 2007 I was pregnant, I was 34 weeks pregnant, that day the biological father of my daughter woke up and said to me:
-I am going to go out to work and come back later.
And so it happened all day and all night, I called him and he never answered, I thought he was maybe working or at a friend's house, I never found him and fell asleep, the next day I understood that he had already left gone, maybe to other place.
He and his family live in Mexico City, I lived and still live in the port of Acapulco, next to the sea.
It was very painful for me, the world collapsed, at that moment, alone and pregnant. I also ran out of credit card, he had taken my credit card, then his family paid what he had spent ... and I canceled the card.
After 3 years of being together, everything was lost, I was faced with many feelings, all found themselves as demons within me, mainly I felt helpless.
If I was a sea of tears, I cried for several days, I only thought about my daughter, she was inside me, I spoke to her and I felt that she spoke to me, strengthened me, I had dreamed her pregnant, my daughter was beautiful in dreams, I called her Casandra, that is her name now and she is beautiful, her soul, her thoughts, and her person. Thank to God.
and the months passed, 4 months passed and he.
He returned repentant and without dreams, without hopes. Desperate and more unstable.
Yes, I forgive him and I never trusted him again and we finished. he insisted.
However, I consider myself a determining person, when something ends it is forever and there is no going back. I think that when a person does not value you and is not honest and is not loyal, it is useless to continue next to that person. Life goes on and that person was not the right one.
There is always a way ahead and regrets only lead us to waste time. My daughter and I are in the best hands, my family, whom I thank them for all their support. I also thank God for the opportunity to be a mother and for surviving during pregnancy. The father of my daughter, was a great Teacher for me, I learned to fight for life and to strengthen my soul. I knew the love for my daughter, for myself and for life.
Another part of this story continues ...
I was 36 years old, on September 8, 2007, I had problems with the pregnancy, I had weakness, bleeding and preeclampsia, my kidneys were not working, my liver was not working, my emotions were not working.
I remember the hospital room, it was spacious, with a crib, there were flowers, gifts, diapers, bottles, pink clothes, and the smells were mixed between medications, baby cologne and baby powder, so a week passed.
I slept a lot, I flew in dreams, I felt that my soul was detached from my body, in the end I returned and woke up.
After a full week in the hospital. I survived.
Actually I already had experiences since I was born with hospitals and doctors. Later I will tell another story.
On September 15, 2007, thank God, the doctors discharged me and I left the hospital.
That day was my birthday.
My only daughter, today she is a miss. Thank God.
Time went by without feeling.
The time went between sleeplessness, cries, tantrums, anger, calls for attention, screams, smiles, songs, dances, tears of joy, sadness, pain if there were falls, regrets, forgiveness, hugs, kisses, of love, happiness and gratitude.
Here is the rocking chair where 13 years ago, I hugged my daughter, I lulled her and sang to her. The rocking chair is almost 14, when I bought it, I was still pregnant.
Here at the rocking chair Casandra slept, lulled her and over time she grew up and here over time she played, talked, watched cartoons. And then she slept her dolls and she lulled the dolls. She grew up, now I don't have a baby and the rocking chair, the dolls and the toys look same, now they look static, time does not pass, nor did the years age them.
The rocking chair now, I use it for reading and writing.
Casandra' s birthday will be 13 years and I will be 50 years old. Thank God.
Time is unstoppable, for living beings, we grow and age.
Our memory is an archive of memories and learning, of life experiences. Remembering, living, enjoying, touching, feeling, smelling, seeing, listening is ultimately living. We are here to live.
By. Maricris Meza
I am a single mother, on August 6, 2007 I was pregnant, I was 34 weeks pregnant, that day the biological father of my daughter woke up and said to me:
-I am going to go out to work and come back later.
And so it happened all day and all night, I called him and he never answered, I thought he was maybe working or at a friend's house, I never found him and fell asleep, the next day I understood that he had already left gone, maybe to other place.
He and his family live in Mexico City, I lived and still live in the port of Acapulco, next to the sea.
It was very painful for me, the world collapsed, at that moment, alone and pregnant. I also ran out of credit card, he had taken my credit card, then his family paid what he had spent ... and I canceled the card.
After 3 years of being together, everything was lost, I was faced with many feelings, all found themselves as demons within me, mainly I felt helpless.
If I was a sea of tears, I cried for several days, I only thought about my daughter, she was inside me, I spoke to her and I felt that she spoke to me, strengthened me, I had dreamed her pregnant, my daughter was beautiful in dreams, I called her Casandra, that is her name now and she is beautiful, her soul, her thoughts, and her person. Thank to God.
and the months passed, 4 months passed and he.
He returned repentant and without dreams, without hopes. Desperate and more unstable.
Yes, I forgive him and I never trusted him again and we finished. he insisted.
However, I consider myself a determining person, when something ends it is forever and there is no going back. I think that when a person does not value you and is not honest and is not loyal, it is useless to continue next to that person. Life goes on and that person was not the right one.
There is always a way ahead and regrets only lead us to waste time. My daughter and I are in the best hands, my family, whom I thank them for all their support. I also thank God for the opportunity to be a mother and for surviving during pregnancy. The father of my daughter, was a great Teacher for me, I learned to fight for life and to strengthen my soul. I knew the love for my daughter, for myself and for life.
Another part of this story continues ...
I was 36 years old, on September 8, 2007, I had problems with the pregnancy, I had weakness, bleeding and preeclampsia, my kidneys were not working, my liver was not working, my emotions were not working.
I remember the hospital room, it was spacious, with a crib, there were flowers, gifts, diapers, bottles, pink clothes, and the smells were mixed between medications, baby cologne and baby powder, so a week passed.
I slept a lot, I flew in dreams, I felt that my soul was detached from my body, in the end I returned and woke up.
After a full week in the hospital. I survived.
Actually I already had experiences since I was born with hospitals and doctors. Later I will tell another story.
On September 15, 2007, thank God, the doctors discharged me and I left the hospital.
That day was my birthday.
My only daughter, today she is a miss. Thank God.
Time went by without feeling.
The time went between sleeplessness, cries, tantrums, anger, calls for attention, screams, smiles, songs, dances, tears of joy, sadness, pain if there were falls, regrets, forgiveness, hugs, kisses, of love, happiness and gratitude.
Here is the rocking chair where 13 years ago, I hugged my daughter, I lulled her and sang to her. The rocking chair is almost 14, when I bought it, I was still pregnant.
Here at the rocking chair Casandra slept, lulled her and over time she grew up and here over time she played, talked, watched cartoons. And then she slept her dolls and she lulled the dolls. She grew up, now I don't have a baby and the rocking chair, the dolls and the toys look same, now they look static, time does not pass, nor did the years age them.
The rocking chair now, I use it for reading and writing.
Casandra' s birthday will be 13 years and I will be 50 years old. Thank God.
Time is unstoppable, for living beings, we grow and age.
Our memory is an archive of memories and learning, of life experiences. Remembering, living, enjoying, touching, feeling, smelling, seeing, listening is ultimately living. We are here to live.
By. Maricris Meza
