My son´s anniversary

      Sunday september 12, 2004, Civil Hospital, Morelia, 4 p. m., ...day and time I saw myself reflected inside the little face of a tiny creature, flimsy, needed of care and affection, I found myself face to face with the reality that required all my attention.....There I was, admiring the perfection a human being arrives this world: entire at its full lenght, makes me think the perfect human being does exist: in pure, no original sin, no conceived sin, two little hands, soft little body, two feet; his little fingers grapple to my finger like grappling to life, the flimsy life he was beginning at that moment, while he continue grappling my finger in that supreme moment of the first encounter.
    After several attempts and several pregnancies, molar or no molar,  as many spouses and other intentions, finally I met my parnthood at 37, that rainy auttumn afternoon when I sighted an output to my singleness in which I was inmersed, frankly tired, exhausted, if you know what I mean.
    The trancision to parenthood wasn´t easy nor fast, rather complicated and slow, no lack of hardship, leaving behind the  dissipated life I was floating, in order to take charge o f the breeding and work in a serious way.
    Her mothe: a young and strong fighter slide him to this world with a faint whimper, almost painless, spontaneous as natural, without anesthesia  or cesarean, imperceptibly,  as not wanting the world to know we were more inhabitants in  this populated orb.
    Nine years away, while it is good path traveled, the duty of parenthood stands for all the life, the everyday tasks I perform them gladly, with pleasure, preaching with the example for him, because besides he is my son, he is my savior, the little person that turned  my life upside down.
    And now I know, that time,  at the ancient hospital it was the first day of the rest of my existence.