"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 24 ~ Truths
Like every Sunday morning, my son had his usual history
class today. He connects via webcam for an hour with a
friend of mine who is well versed in the subject. He
learns by reading some ten pages a week before discussing
them with my friend. They follow a book widely used in
Spain for his grade. Today I was not awake and when I
asked him how it went, he said it went great, he was just
a few minutes late. Hours later, I saw a message from my
friend saying, "If you can't make it, it is OK, but do let
me know." I was upset to find out the wait had been longer
than twenty minutes. But what I disliked the most was the
half-truth. My son likes to please others, so he resorts
to half-truths. Last week we couldn't drop him off at
school in the morning and he needed to take the bus. He
told us it went well, only to find out from a daily email
that he had missed more than half of his first class. I
wonder how I can teach him to be more truthful to us. He
too wants to be better at that, but he says it is hard.
"Perhaps I am like that." I encouraged him saying he could
definitely make better choices, but at the same time I
recognize we all have traits that are no longer easy to
change starting from the teenage years.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...