Saludos y bendecida semana tengan todos ,después de algunos días alejada de los post, creo que es justo hacer uno referente a los padres como nos dice nuestra querida @iriswrite.
Los que han leído mis post anterior cada vez que me refirió al amor, siempre expreso lo vivido con mi papá de sangre y mi papá de crianza, no me gusta decir padrastro, para mí se es papá o mamá
Pero En mii post anterior tuve el placer de decirle como conocer a mi verdadero papa, me trajo más disgusto que placer,
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 traductor deepl imagen propias imagen de pixabay inglish >>Greetings and have a blessed week, everyone. After a few days away from posting, I think it's only fair to write one about parents, as our dear @iriswrite tells us. [padre](https://https://pixabay.com/photos/familia-feliz-juntos-union-fiestas-5870779/) >Those who have read my previous posts know that whenever I refer to love, I always express what I experienced with my biological father and my foster father. > I don't like to say stepfather; for me, he is either a father or a mother. But in my previous post, I had the pleasure of telling you how I met my real father. It brought me more disappointment than pleasure, but coming from a family with many values and principles, >my mother taught me who he was and took me to see him from a young age. I remember as if it were today walking close to the houses until I reached his, and it wasn't because I was afraid of the street, it was because I really didn't want my steps to go in that direction.  >He was a typical Cuban country man, very closed off, who told me clearly and honestly, “I told your mother that I didn't like children. I didn't want to have you.” However, throughout my life, I saw how he laughed with my male cousins and contributed to my female cousins' birthdays, but they continued to go because my mom told me, “ >You wanted to knock on that door, and now you see.” I was obsessed with wanting him to accept me. Years passed, and only in his old age did he ask me for help, and I gave it to him until I closed his eyes. I don't know if I did right or wrong. >But my true love, my real dad, the one who raised me, always told me to do what my heart felt because he had an obligation to be there for me. When I left my dad's house hurt, he was always waiting for me, >crouched down with his arms open. He would just pick me up, hold me tight, and we wouldn't say a word. We would walk and start talking about anything. >I don't have any photos with my dad, but I do have some with my father, the one who danced at my quinceañera, who went to school, who taught me that family goes beyond blood ties, and who, to my misfortune, I wasn't there when he passed away. >Today I am a mother, and not all women are lucky enough to raise their children with their father, but I believe that children always deserve to know the truth, because it helps you want to take better care of what you have and, above all, never speak ill of them, because everyone has their reasons. >My heart has always been proud of the father I had, but I don't know why I can never untangle that pride and pleasure from the pain on the other side of the coin. I hope @miquerido emiliorios can explain it to me jjjj. [familia](https://) > I only know that mothers like to say that anyone can be a father, because children belong to their mothers. That's a mistake. >Children need both of us to achieve stability in the home with both figures, but the life of a child these days goes beyond mom and dad. It's about love, wherever it comes from, along with care and protection. achieving stability in the home with both figures, >but a child's life these days goes beyond mom and dad. It's about love, wherever it comes from, whoever gives it, along with care and protection, and sometimes we get lost in that detail.  >imagenes propias >imagen de pixabay >traductor deepl
pero por venir de una familia con muchos concepto y principios, mi mamá, me enseño quien era y desde chica me llevaba a verlo, recuerdo como si fuera hoy caminaba pegada a las casas hasta llegar a la suya, y no era por temor en la calle ,era porque realmente no quería que mis pasos fueran en esa dirección.
Era un guajiro todo cubano bien cerrero, que me dijo con toda claridad y honestidad yo le dije a tu mamá que no me gustaban los niños, yo no quería tenerte.
Sin embargo, yo veía en el transcurso de mi vida como se reía con mis primos varones y aportaba para los cumpleaños de mis primas, pero continuaban yendo porque mi mamá me dijo quisiste tocar esa puerta y ya vistes,
yo enfrascada en querer que me aceptara, pasaron los años y solo en su vejez me pidió ayuda y se la di hasta cerrarle los ojos, no sé si obre bien o mal.
Pero mi verdadero amor, mi verdadero papa, el que me crio, me decía siempre haz lo que tu corazón sienta porque yo si tengo la obligación de estar para ti, cuando salía lastimada de casa de mi papá,
el estaba esperándome siempre agachado con los brazos abiertos, solo me recogía me apretaba fuerte y no decíamos palabra alguna, caminabamos y empezábamos hablar de cualquier cosa.
[familia](https://)
Yo no tengo fotos con mi papá, pero si con mi padre, ese que bailo mis quince, que iba a la escuela, que me enseño que la familia va más allá de un lazo sanguíneo y que para mi desdicha no estuve presente cuando falleció
Hoy soy madre y no todas las mujeres podemos tener la dicha de criar a nuestros hijos con su padre, pero creo que si siempre los hijos son merecedores de conocer su verdad, porque te ayuda a querer cuidar más de lo que tienes y como primicia nunca hablarle mal, porque cada uno tiene sus motivos.
Mi corazón ha vivido siempre orgullosa del papa que tuve, pero no sé porque nunca puedo desliar ese orgullo y placer con el dolor de la otra cara de otra moneda, hojala @miquerido emiliorios me lo pueda explicar jjjj, solo sé que a las madres nos gusta decir padre es cualquiera, porque los hijos son de las madres,
error los hijos los necesitamos a ambos ,lograr una estabilidad en el hogar con ambas figura, pero la vida de un niño ya en estos tiempos va más allá de mamá y papá va de amor donde se lo den quien sé lo dé junto a su cuidado y protección y a veces nos perdemos en ese detalle.
 traductor deepl imagen propias imagen de pixabay inglish >>Greetings and have a blessed week, everyone. After a few days away from posting, I think it's only fair to write one about parents, as our dear @iriswrite tells us. [padre](https://https://pixabay.com/photos/familia-feliz-juntos-union-fiestas-5870779/) >Those who have read my previous posts know that whenever I refer to love, I always express what I experienced with my biological father and my foster father. > I don't like to say stepfather; for me, he is either a father or a mother. But in my previous post, I had the pleasure of telling you how I met my real father. It brought me more disappointment than pleasure, but coming from a family with many values and principles, >my mother taught me who he was and took me to see him from a young age. I remember as if it were today walking close to the houses until I reached his, and it wasn't because I was afraid of the street, it was because I really didn't want my steps to go in that direction.  >He was a typical Cuban country man, very closed off, who told me clearly and honestly, “I told your mother that I didn't like children. I didn't want to have you.” However, throughout my life, I saw how he laughed with my male cousins and contributed to my female cousins' birthdays, but they continued to go because my mom told me, “ >You wanted to knock on that door, and now you see.” I was obsessed with wanting him to accept me. Years passed, and only in his old age did he ask me for help, and I gave it to him until I closed his eyes. I don't know if I did right or wrong. >But my true love, my real dad, the one who raised me, always told me to do what my heart felt because he had an obligation to be there for me. When I left my dad's house hurt, he was always waiting for me, >crouched down with his arms open. He would just pick me up, hold me tight, and we wouldn't say a word. We would walk and start talking about anything. >I don't have any photos with my dad, but I do have some with my father, the one who danced at my quinceañera, who went to school, who taught me that family goes beyond blood ties, and who, to my misfortune, I wasn't there when he passed away. >Today I am a mother, and not all women are lucky enough to raise their children with their father, but I believe that children always deserve to know the truth, because it helps you want to take better care of what you have and, above all, never speak ill of them, because everyone has their reasons. >My heart has always been proud of the father I had, but I don't know why I can never untangle that pride and pleasure from the pain on the other side of the coin. I hope @miquerido emiliorios can explain it to me jjjj. [familia](https://) > I only know that mothers like to say that anyone can be a father, because children belong to their mothers. That's a mistake. >Children need both of us to achieve stability in the home with both figures, but the life of a child these days goes beyond mom and dad. It's about love, wherever it comes from, along with care and protection. achieving stability in the home with both figures, >but a child's life these days goes beyond mom and dad. It's about love, wherever it comes from, whoever gives it, along with care and protection, and sometimes we get lost in that detail.  >imagenes propias >imagen de pixabay >traductor deepl