馃嚜馃嚫 En Espa帽ol
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Hola querida comunidad de 
Las preguntas de esta semana me hicieron pensar en dos cosas que parecen sencillas, pero que pueden decir mucho de una persona: aquello que reconocemos de nuestra familia en nosotros mismos y aquello que so帽谩bamos ser cuando 茅ramos ni帽os.
Si tuviera que escoger a una persona de mi familia a la que siento que me parezco, dir铆a que a mi madre.
No necesariamente en los rasgos f铆sicos, sino en algo que considero mucho m谩s importante: la manera de preocuparnos por los dem谩s.
Mi madre ten铆a esa sensibilidad de interesarse por las personas, por lo que les estaba pasando y por sus problemas. No necesitaba que alguien fuera de su familia para sentir preocupaci贸n por 茅l.
Creo que algo de eso se qued贸 conmigo.
Cuando alguien cercano me cuenta que est谩 atravesando una dificultad, no puedo simplemente escucharlo y olvidarlo. Me quedo pensando en esa persona, en lo que estar谩 viviendo y en si existe alguna manera, aunque sea peque帽a, de ayudar.
A veces incluso me preocupo demasiado por problemas que no son m铆os.
Con los a帽os he aprendido que no siempre podemos solucionar las dificultades de los dem谩s, pero s铆 podemos acompa帽ar, escuchar o hacer algo peque帽o que les haga sentir que no est谩n solos.
Y quiz谩s ah铆 encuentro otra semejanza con mi madre: cuando quiero ayudar, prefiero hacer algo concreto antes que quedarme solamente en las palabras.
Puede ser preparar algo para alguien, arreglar una prenda, compartir lo que tengo o simplemente estar disponible cuando una persona necesita hablar.
Tambi茅n creo que de mi familia aprend铆 a darle valor a las cosas hechas con las manos.
Me gusta coser, hacer artesan铆as, preparar dulces y encontrarle utilidad a cosas que quiz谩s otros desechar铆an.
No s茅 cu谩nto de eso se hereda y cu谩nto se aprende mirando a quienes estuvieron cerca de nosotros.
Pero cuando me descubro preocup谩ndome por alguien o buscando la manera de ayudar, muchas veces pienso en mi madre.
Y me gusta creer que, de alguna manera, hay una parte de ella que contin煤a viviendo en m铆.
Esta pregunta me hizo sonre铆r porque, sinceramente, no recuerdo haber tenido de ni帽a una profesi贸n so帽ada muy definida.
Quiz谩s porque cuando somos peque帽os pensamos m谩s en c贸mo queremos vivir que en c贸mo vamos a ganarnos la vida.
No ten铆a un nombre concreto para mi futuro.
No so帽aba con un uniforme determinado, una oficina ni una profesi贸n espec铆fica.
Creo que so帽aba m谩s bien con una vida en la que pudiera tener una familia, sentirme 煤til y hacer cosas que disfrutara.
La vida despu茅s fue tomando sus propias decisiones.
Cuando me convert铆 en madre, mis prioridades cambiaron. Dej茅 de trabajar para dedicarme a cuidar de mi hija y durante muchos a帽os gran parte de mi vida estuvo alrededor de ella y de nuestra casa.
Hoy mi trabajo tampoco tiene un nombre tan sencillo como el de una profesi贸n tradicional.
Hago artesan铆as, coso, preparo dulces y otras cosas desde casa.
Algunas veces son trabajos para vender y ayudar econ贸micamente a la familia; otras veces simplemente hago algo porque me gusta o porque alguien que quiero lo necesita.
Y aunque de ni帽a no hubiera podido imaginar exactamente esta vida, ahora pienso que tiene algo de aquel deseo que quiz谩s nunca supe poner en palabras.
Quer铆a sentirme 煤til.
Y eso s铆 lo he conseguido de muchas maneras.
He sido madre, ama de casa, costurera, artesana, repostera y muchas otras cosas que probablemente nunca habr铆a sabido nombrar cuando era ni帽a.
Quiz谩s por eso ya no pienso que todos los ni帽os necesiten tener una profesi贸n so帽ada.
Algunos sue帽an con ser m茅dicos, maestros, astronautas o artistas.
Otros simplemente imaginan una vida bonita sin saber todav铆a qu茅 forma tendr谩.
Y eso tambi茅n es so帽ar.
Cuando miro hacia atr谩s, no siento que me haya faltado un sue帽o profesional.
Siento que fui construyendo mi vida poco a poco, con las circunstancias que me tocaron y con las cosas que aprend铆 a hacer con mis propias manos.
Y quiz谩 lo m谩s bonito es que todav铆a hoy puedo aprender algo nuevo, hacer algo diferente y descubrir capacidades que ni siquiera sab铆a que ten铆a.
Porque no todos los sue帽os de infancia tienen nombre.
Algunos simplemente esperan a que la vida nos ayude a descubrirlos.
Gracias por leerme y por permitirnos mirar una vez m谩s hacia esa ni帽a que fuimos.
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La versi贸n en ingl茅s fue hecha con DeepL Translate.
馃嚞馃嚙 In English
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Hello dear
This week's questions made me think about two things that seem simple, but can reveal a lot about a person: the things we recognize from our family in ourselves and the dreams we had when we were children.
If I had to choose one person in my family whom I feel I resemble, I would say my mother.
Not necessarily in physical features, but in something I consider much more important: the way we worry about other people.
My mother had that sensitivity to care about people, about what they were going through, and about their problems. Someone did not have to be a close family member for her to feel concerned about them.
I think I inherited some of that.
When someone close to me tells me they are going through a difficult situation, I cannot simply listen and forget about it. I keep thinking about that person, about what they might be experiencing, and whether there is some small way I can help.
Sometimes I even worry too much about problems that are not mine.
Over the years, I have learned that we cannot always solve other people's difficulties, but we can listen, accompany them, or do something small that helps them feel that they are not alone.
And perhaps that is another way I resemble my mother: when I want to help, I prefer doing something concrete rather than relying only on words.
It may be preparing something for someone, repairing a piece of clothing, sharing what I have, or simply being available when someone needs to talk.
I also believe I learned from my family to appreciate things made by hand.
I enjoy sewing, making crafts, preparing sweets, and finding a use for things that others might throw away.
I don't know how much of that is inherited and how much is learned simply by watching the people who were close to us.
But whenever I find myself worrying about someone or looking for a way to help, I often think of my mother.
And I like to believe that, in some way, a part of her continues to live through me.
This question made me smile because, honestly, I don't remember having one very specific dream profession as a child.
Perhaps because when we are young, we think more about how we want to live than about how we are going to make a living.
I didn't have a specific name for my future.
I didn't dream about a particular uniform, an office, or a specific profession.
I think I simply dreamed of having a family, feeling useful, and doing things I enjoyed.
Life later made its own decisions.
When I became a mother, my priorities changed. I stopped working to take care of my daughter, and for many years a large part of my life revolved around her and our home.
Today, my work doesn't have such a simple name as a traditional profession.
I make crafts, sew, prepare sweets, and do other things from home.
Sometimes I make things to sell and contribute financially to my family; other times I simply make something because I enjoy it or because someone I love needs it.
And although I could never have imagined this exact life as a child, I now think it contains something from that desire I never knew how to put into words.
I wanted to feel useful.
And I have achieved that in many different ways.
I have been a mother, homemaker, seamstress, craft maker, baker, and many other things that I probably would not have known how to name when I was a child.
Perhaps that is why I no longer think every child needs to have a dream profession.
Some children dream of becoming doctors, teachers, astronauts, or artists.
Others simply imagine having a beautiful life without yet knowing what shape it will take.
And that is also dreaming.
When I look back, I don't feel that I was missing a professional dream.
I feel that I built my life little by little, with the circumstances I was given and with the things I learned to create with my own hands.
And perhaps the most beautiful thing is that even today I can learn something new, do something different, and discover abilities I didn't even know I had.
Because not every childhood dream has a name.
Some simply wait for life to help us discover what they were.
Thank you for reading and for allowing us once again to look back at the little girl we once were.
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The English version was translated using DeepL Translate.
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