"Embrace your parents while they are here"

In Brazil, a song called "Trem Bala", by Ana Vilela, took over the social networks. The melody is sweet, and the lyrics speak of the essential. From hurrying time, from the need to take good care of each other, from the pursuit of what is really important.

Not by chance, the stanza that says: "Hold your child in the lap / smile and embrace your parents while they are here ..." is the section that moves me the most, precisely because it find what I believe.

Life pass on in a second. In an instant we are living the first stories, and the next moment we are saying goodbye to those we love. We must not put off the embraces we have to offer, the laps we can provide, the smiles we can give, the kisses we can give.

Life does not expect to have enough maturity until we can cherish a tender embrace in our parents or a bear lap to our children.

One must suck time wisely. Understand that work, commitments and obligations are important, but can never be treated as priorities. To prioritize is to recognize what is essential, what has value, what should come first. It is authorizing the presence of someone in our life and, when realizing that someone has importance, care for the relationship with respect, care and affection. It is to understand that time takes away people who are dear to us, and so we should not delay our demonstrations of affection, our wanting well, our sincere "I love you".

Embrace your parents while they're here. Enjoy the company of the "old" by listening carefully to the stories they carry within themselves; the way they look at us revealing that we are still "their children"; the way they rejoice when we are receptive to their love.

Life charges us a lot. It is the son's lesson to help solve, tight deadlines at work, gym to lose weight, clothes to go, floor to clean, annual check up, college, graduate, traffic and good skin. In this frenzy we find few loopholes for the essentials. Little room for a coffee with cookies next to the mother or movie on Netflix next to the father. There are no loving breaks in our day. Moments in which it is necessary to break the abusive rhythm of routine and embrace the sweet lull of the encounter.

Between childhood and old age there is a breath of life. A breath that must be valued before time turns promises into repentance. An instant that must be filled with unfulfilled longings, long-awaited embrace, necessary guts, avowed affections, insistent kindness, and temporary nods.

I always wonder how long it lasts a lifetime. Maybe less than we would like and never enough to have accomplished everything. For this reason, it is essential not to postpone the essentials: coffee in the agate mug, boy in the chair watching the mother making cream wafer, sensibility revealed during ancient music, lived love, forgotten regret, longed-over, depleted heartache, mainly, tight hug in our parents ...

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