Yesterday we decided to make tamales. it all started off good, everyone was helping, martin was even singing to us while we were making them. i was enjoying my kids all around me, making me laugh and making some weird looking tamales. we always have fun when we're all together. i think i got excited too soon because one by one my kids started disappearing. i was left all by myself making tamales. as i was sitting there by myself making them i started thinking, when i was a little girl i remember my mom and my grandma making a big o tub of masa. i never knew how hard they worked to please us, until now that i have to make my own tamales. i guess we are never thankful for what we have until its gone. wiping a tear ( hopefully it didnt fall inside a tamale) i said thank you mom for everything. this morning i couldn't get up from bed. my body was aching everywhere, even my legs were hurting. oh i guess it was all worth it, spending the time with my kids and seeing them enjoy the finished product. love you kids.
1 comments:
I remember those times...your mom and my mom were hard workers. They always had family in mind. Praise God you were surrounded by your kids, even if it was only for a little while. It looks like you had fun. Yeah, it's a bummer when you do all the hard work and then it's all gone, only the body aches and pains are left behind. btw where are my tamales?
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