When I was a little girl of five years, I was an imparable kid.
I really loved to climb trees and there was not a tree that I have been climbing around my house.
In my house there are different types of fruit and ornamental trees and many times ago when I was a little girl the panorama was the same. My house was surrounded by trees, in front and at the sides of my house, Almost of them were fruit trees. So, I always climbed to catch a fruit ( when my mom was not seeing me). I really loved to stay in the tree eating my fruit and I just don´t know why the fruit had a better flavor being eaten there.
My mom did not like see me climbing trees. Even though, I really love my mom, I was a kid and I did not care about what she said about climbing trees, because she said almost of the time that I could fell down a whatever moment, having a big hurt in whatever part of my body or she said that I could fell and have some broken bone. So, when my mother saw me coming down to the tree, she said: - “You could fell down in a stone and that could cause your death, please don´t climb there anymore”- “¡Erika! ¡Pay me attention!”. However, I didn´t care about it until that day. When I was felling down of an avocado tree.
I remember that was very early in the morning, my mom was cooking the breakfast when her little girl was felling down. I do not remember the specific time, but I was ready to begin the new day, when the first thing that came to my mind was to ascend the unique avocado tree that was back to the house, it was small in comparison with the others trees, but the difference was that hadn´t branches to climb easily. It was a challenge for me, because I had climbed all the trees in my house except that avocado tree. The big challenge started, while climbing the tree. I was a little afraid and I was thinking of the ideas of my mom about the trees that if a fell down my mom will be angry, or what will be happening if I fell and broke one of my bones or just fell in a stone and die, !die! !No!
I was thinking and thinking the worst, when I fell down. That was so fast, but the pain is still a marked in my tongue. Even though, I really wanted to shout as much as I can, I couldn´t. So, while felling, I did not yell and I only closed my mouth. Come on, I don´t know why I closed my mouth, because when I did that, my tongue was enrolled to my teeth and the teeth were so riveted to my tongue that when I fell in the ground, my mouth was full of blood, but I didn´t told that at my mom, because I was afraid to see my mother bothered with me about that. I didn´t have time to cry, because my mom was calling me to eat.
It was not a really big wound that my teeth had caused, but I saw the blood and I was thinking the worst. I immediately wiped the tears in my cheeks with my hands and my blooded mouth with my blouse. So, I hurried up to change my blooded blouse while my mom called me again and I ran to wash my hands and rinse out my mouth. When I came to the table, my mom was seeing me. She saw me and I felt like she was knowing all I did it, but that was only my imagination and my culpable thought of saying my mom what was happening. She knows me very well and noticed that something was going on, but she did not ask nothing, because I was eating.
When I was eating, the first thing I did was to drink coffee. The warm coffee went into my injury and it really hurt me. So, with my eyes tightly closed I unconsciously shout: - OUCH! My mom did only see me with the corner of her eyes. So then, when eating I only said Ouch! inside of my feelings and said nothing.
After eating, my mom was ready to get answers. She asked what was happening with my mouth and why I was scared to show her my mouth. I said that my mouth was very well. My mom saw me again and asked me to open my mouth. I did say nothing and I was thinking that all the effort to not shout meanwhile I was eating was completely not worth it.
My mom opened my mouth and saw my little, but deep injury in my tongue. Well, I told my mom what had happened and I showed her my blooded blouse. My mom was worried about it, she wanted to go to the hospital and of course I didn´t want to go. So, I said to my mom that was very little, but we could go tomorrow to the doctor. My mom and dad agreed to go the next day.
I cried a lot that night. I didn´t want to go to the hospital, it was an scared idea for me. So, I prayed to God. I did´nt exactly said:- “Goodness, I´m here again” to God. But, I prayed with the heart on my hands and with all the hopelessness in my mind.
Even though, I was not the best girl in the planet, God answered me. As a result of that night, the next day the profound and hurting injury in my tongue was already closed and I didn´t feel any grief about it.
After that happened, I didn´t climb any tree until my eleven years old. Six years later, I comprehend that if I want to climb a tree. I just have to do it and don´t think about what is going to happen, because if I will try something new it is better to do the things and don´t put me limitations in mind before they happen. If I hadn´t thought about what my mommy said me maybe I couldn´t fell down or maybe I just fell down trying to do my best and not being scared about the result. However, I had not a major problem with that injury, but was a big lesson for me.
Now I say:
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