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When it was adolescent and was asking for permission to go to the movies, it had to do it with a week of anticipation, and my father was answering me “I do not know. Allow me to think it”. Then, the finished week was happening to me behind him asking him if he had already thought it and what his answer was, to what he was saying to me that not, that he had not thought yet it. Come the day from the exit to the movies, and still without knowing if it could go or not, there was returning where my father to ask him if it had his permission to go to the movies, to what he, very serious, was answering: “What does it surround? You did not ask me about anything of going to the movies”.

This him would look like to many persons a torture. In my house, already it had turned into a somewhat graceful routine that never had a final answer guaranteed. How daughter, was I despairing, but now like adult I realize that this served to me as much.

It taught me to be patient. However much I was insisting, it refuels of my dad it would come when he was deciding it. He was having me me to breathe deeply and wait. It was having to focus to me in other more important things like studying or doing the duties of the hearth. It was touching to learn that the things are not when one says, as one says or because one should say it.

It taught me that not always it was going to obtain what he wanted. Although one does not want to accept it when it is young, the reality is that the parents know more than we, and are named to look over our well-being, for what more is convenient for us. And not always what we want or gasp is what more is convenient for us. In the life, not always we have for what we wait, and I learned that from early, and learned to accept it.

He taught me to respect. The decision of my father was final and firm, it is not important that he was insisting and persisting in trying to convince it. It could neither go out with malascrianzas, nor shout him, nor demand him. What he was deciding, that was and point. He could think that it was unjust, that I did not understand myself, that if it was me who was, I would allow to go out for my daughter, but, after all, he had to respect his decision and to respect it.

I was taught, finally, who the head of the hearth was. That was always very clear in my house. Nothing of opposing opinions not divided between my parents, at least opposite to his daughters. Not at all of that my mom was saying to us that yes and my dad should say to us that not and a reperpero should form. They were speaking it, and my father, like the head, was giving the final score, we will like or not.

After all, there were a lot of more times that I went out with my friends that the times that said to me that not. But, in that epoch, one was focusing more in the few ones "Not" that in many "Yes". Nevertheless, today I can thank God for the form in which they raised me from kidling; because today I am who I am for the formation for which I had in the Gentleman and my sisters and I we have been supported road surfaces in the Gentleman for your grace and because we were well instructed in your way, for what now of adults we do not separate of him.

How parents, perhaps do not my husband and I use the same skills as my parents, but yes we hope to inculcate to our son the same values and educations to him that the instruction in the discipline and the love of the Gentleman they forge in the children.