A mischief of 0.06 cents

maybe the story of what appeared to be a children’s joke no member of my family remembers her, but she carried out one of the many teachings my father instilled, from early childhood, into my life.

When I was six years old, cartoon stickers became all the rage. My friends had them except me. My parents felt that it was not one of the essential things that I needed. and stickers They were not to my liking, but I wanted them.

Specifically, they called me pay attention to the figurines in fluorescent colors which glowed in the dark. They were padded, cost 0.06 cents and were sold at the local supermarket.

My family used to visit the place weekly and I thought I might as well pick one up in case of an oversight stick it in my room.

It’s childish cunning that my plan was easier than I thought, the figurine that was almost at my disposal “asked” me to tear it off and take it off that shelf, because it will look better in my room.

I separated it from the display case where it stood and with fine subtlety interlaced it between the thumb, forefinger and middle finger of my right hand, clenched my fist and carefully tried not to let the glue dry. I still remember the texture I felt happy, because no one realized this which I thought was a feat.

When I got home I decided to put it in my room and it took me more time to organize my plan than it took my father to realize the bill he had in front of him, the little thief.

– he asked me in a kind voiceWhere did he get that figurine? I told him with strong clarity: I bought it. To which my father told me that I didn’t have the money to buy it. I invented countless versions, until it achieved great recognition.

Then my father told me to get dressed that we will go for a walk. I didn’t understand why the sturdy man, my father, wanted to take me for a walk.

I felt no disgust towards the event, we would just go for a walk. To my surprise, the walk lasted three minutes it took time to travel from our residence to the supermarket. When I saw the place where he committed the crime, I felt an icy chill down my back, almost anticipating what was about to happen. When we got out of the car, he told me that you will talk to the manager and tell him that you took that number that doesn’t belong to you without permission and without paying. And that he will continue to pay for it from his savings (which he didn’t have). I didn’t know where I was going to get the money to pay for the consequences of my act.

Then a tall lady approached, accompanied by a security guard, giving the impression that she was the manager. Scared to death, I said to her: Madam, take the figurine, take it with you without paying and I will come back to pay for it. My father gave me moneyo, the lady smiled and took it. I have never felt such fear, because I imagined that I was being captured by his friend.

I didn’t understand why that my dad She took me through this terror, this idea was spinning in my little head, confused between punishment and love. This event did not end there because remember, I had no savings. But my father had a solution for that… he would have to help around the house to cover that debt. Later that night, my dad explained to me that what I had done was called stealing, that it was not allowed, and that it was a lesson to never again touch something that did not belong to me. And that, if something similar happened, he himself would denounce me, because he loved me very much and because he wanted me to be well.

He told me I love you and love teaches. I saw the sadness in his eyes and felt the influence of shame that I had let him down. That event brought me into contact with various situations: love, facing my mistakes and the strength to fix myself. Definitely a great lesson.

The father’s task implies an excessive commitment for the rest of his life and one ora chance to build a new life as best you can.

Accepting the role of parent, life puts us to the test, we have to put our needs before someone who expects our best version of us. My father chiseled his children with the edge of a steel chisel and skill of the best mason. In the first years of my training, I didn’t always understand his method, but today I admire how he forged us.

Educating children in values ​​carries a great responsibility which decants into the greatest lessons of life, which you will leave as a legacy to your descendants; they go beyond flattering, reprimanding or punishing. Teachings must inevitably overflow with acts of love that have the power to endure and be passed on from generation to generation. There are parents who confuse love with inordinate attention to frivolous whims and unnecessary, which do not add value to them growing life experiences. True value is found in preaching the best example.

I wonder if we parents would cover today our children or we would guide them to be good citizensif he still has a mischief of only 0.06 cents.

I’ve known parents to downplay and acknowledge their children’s mistakes by modeling fragile children, only to then deal with adults who they crack like glass.

My father taught me to be unstoppable in everything I suggest. He prepared me to travel this journey called life like an eagle soaring high, to give my best version.

Today I congratulate the fathers who agreed to create men of integrity who contribute to their own virtues to society. I was a creative child for mischief and today I thank my father for his wise guidance. Happy Father’s Day dear dad.