| by Aracely | 9 Comments » | Reflections
Street Food Vendor And Child in Antigua Guatemala
This Mother’s Day is the first I’ve spent away from my mother during twenty-eight years my of life. I miss her very much. On a day like today, every mother should be praised for carrying a child in their womb, providing unrelenting nurturing and for the unconditional love most mothers provide.
During my travels I have seen many mothers struggling to feed and provide for their children. However, one particular story, which I am about to share, reminded me that being a mother is so much more than giving birth to a life.
We were enjoying yet another delicious Argentinean steak and wine meal at an outside café in central Mendoza. Suddenly, a young boy approached our table, whom I guessed to be 5 or 6 years old. With a soft but confident voice he asked for some of my french fries. I immediately handed him a handful of the fries from my plate. He grabbed the fries, put them directly into his mouth and walked away. (more…)