Minha Mãe Eulália
As I walked this morning for some reason I started to think
when I was a little kid, all the way back in south Brazil… I was about 9 years old when
I first started to learn piano. I had to walk everyday to practice at the
church because at the time we didn’t have a piano. I remember one day I wanted to
give up, just like every other kid does.
My mom had a talk w/ me (you know how mom’s
talk, but this time it was actually reinvigorating) and she told me to keep going,
that one day I would regret if I stopped studying… That day she went to practice w/ me and sat
there while I played some simple tunes on the piano.
Today I teach music to kids and teens, I've traveled playing and singing in many places, and it makes me think
- how important it was for me to have someone that encouraged me not to give
up! Not only w/ piano, but w/ life.
So, I want to ask you to excuse me for now, today is Mother’s Day
and I need to say something to my mom in Portuguese (she is not fluent in
English) ok? The reason I’m writing here is because I want her to know that she
is very important to me as I post to everyone that read’s my blog to see.
Mãe obrigado por todo
o seu sacrifício de vida p/ nos criar e nos ajudar a achar o caminho certo em
direção a Deus. Hoje, mais velho, entendo o quanto você se deu por nós. A
Jamile, Andréia, e eu te amamos muito, muito, muito! Queria poder estar aí p/
te abraçar e beijar agora, mas como não posso, estou escrevendo aqui no meu
blog p/ todo o mundo saber que você é a melhor mãe do mundo.
Bejos com saudades…Gé.
Happy Sunday
everyone…G.
