My parents' first gift was to give me life, even though I am the number of 8 siblings, they never felt the burden of another child. In those times the number of children was a source of pride and the mission of life was precisely to give life.
My father, despite his character, every time he arrived from his tour of the oil fields always brought something in his hands for his children who were at home, those are material gifts and without investing money, these consisted of mangoes, plums, anon, tamarinds, maya, cane ... for him it was a pleasure to see and how we were glad to see these gifts, there are some fruits that were not to my liking but others if they took advantage of it.
His integrity as a worker, responsible, punctual, honest. As a worker, he was also a human being and a father, very supportive with his neighbors, he was there to help in any way he could. Each one of us represented these characteristics in our academic and daily activities, following this pattern of responsibility and commitment to what each one of us had to do, as we represented him, with the passing of time we understood the nobility that my father possessed...these are gifts that cannot be replaced with anything.
My mother, the truth is that carrying me in her womb for 9 months, looking for the midwife who would assist her at the moment of my birth because my father was at work and the moment presented itself, arranging everything for when the midwife arrived, it is truly amazing that gift to receive me, I had not seen it as a gift but now I understand it and I understand it. She always told this story, she was proud to have done it.
Her responsibility, dedication to each one of us as children, to be tidy, to keep everything clean even if it was not a luxury house, but there everything always in its holy place. The attention she gave to relatives when they came home (from there I say that I did not leave that pattern, I like to receive and attend, that those who come to my house feel good, that they like to be in my house).
She had many manual talents: she wove the capeyà of the espadrilles, she wove chinchorros with needles and looms, she embroidered, she did her sewing too, then she stood out with her cakes and ham breads. Honest and responsible like no other. As for the manual talents I dedicated myself only to eat books as we say, I did not learn to knit anything ... now I highlight is the gift of preparing dishes and make them with love and dedication, that if it is a gift that I feel that I enjoy because I discovered it when I stopped looking for titles and have fun with what I already knew. I don't consider myself an expert in cooking but I do enjoy it when I do it, even in everyday dishes. That seasoning that with two or three ingredients everything was fascinating.
They are wonderful gifts that if our children understand the message of the gifts we give them, this world is a magnificent world.
Translator DeepL