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Ceará/Northeast Brazil, Cooking lessons, Raising sons, Treatment for herniated disk, Working solo mom
Baião de Dois – Rice with Beans and Cheese
Typical Food of Ceará – Northeast Brazil
Source: viajeaqui.abril.com.br
My sons were eleven and thirteen years of age when a medical examination revealed that my severe back pain was the result of a herniated disk – peril of a sedentary working life coupled with lack of physical exercise, according to my doctor. The treatment prescribed by the neurosurgeon I consulted seemed worse than the pain that caused me to walk with a limp. Complete bed rest for fifteen days. Flat on my back with a pillow under my knees. I could only get up to use the toilet. He allowed me up to five days to make arrangements at work and at home for my hibernation.
At the time, I had two assistants working with me in the Import Department at Ceará Importers.* One of them, fluent in English, had recently joined us. During my absence from the office, I agreed to work by phone, as needed, throughout the work-day.
One of the medications the doctor prescribed required daily injections. My next-door neighbor gave me the name and apartment number of a retired nurse living in our condominium. We agreed to a time that would work for both of us – my sons had to be at home to let her in.
Getting help with washing our laundry and cooking was another concern. The laundry proved easy. A family-owned lavanderia, operating within the condominium complex, provided washing and ironing services at an affordable rate. I arranged for pick-up and delivery during the time my sons would be home from school.
The cooking was another matter. Ordering meals for the three of us for fifteen days would burst my budget. My sons agreed to do the cooking. They already knew how to prepare breakfast. The main meal, for lunch and dinner, became their challenge. Cooking began when they got home from school around one o’clock. With my thirteen-year-old in charge, they followed my step-by-step instructions for preparation of the ingredients and cooking time. When in doubt and in order to determine if the food was fully-cooked, they brought the pot for me to see.
During those days immobilized, I realized the need to teach my sons to cook. On Sundays, following my recovery, I started teaching my older son to cook. Sunday cooking lessons with my younger son began when he turned thirteen. Today, my younger son is a better cook than I am and a “cook man” like my father.
Each one of us learned a lot during those fifteen days. Though fearful about not being able to walk again and my loss of income – my work contract did not include paid sick leave – I had to be strong for them. In spite of their own fears, my sons were there for me all the way. No acting up. No complaints. We grew stronger and more united as a family unit. What more could a working solo mom ask of her sons?
*Fictitious Name
guyaneseonline said:
Reblogged this on Guyanese Online and commented:
Another interesting Blog entry from Rosaliene… this time it is quite “tasty”… Enjoy!!
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Cyril, thanks for reading and sharing my article with your readers. Hope they are not disappointed with the “taste.”
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de castro said:
rosaliene
ask not what your MUM can do for you….
ask what you can do for your mum…
Sons are dedicated even umbilically attached to their mothers and daughters to their fathers. You are a very lucky woman…I consider myself one of the luckiest parent alive…having had two daughters year apart then blessed with twin sons…now with 4 grandchildren from my two daughters and one from a son who will hopefully have another …. I feel satisfied with myself …my purpose in life achieved.
But deep down inside I still feel a desire to carry on living to witness the arrival of a great-great grandchild….have already put in my request to my granddaughter who is now 21….and grandson of the same age….
I may also add even a great-great-great “fourth generation” grandchild is possible if I live another 30 years…why not !
kamptan
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Thanks, Kamptan. I hope you realize your dream of having a great-great-great grandchild.
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de castro said:
Rosaliene
thank you…forgot to mention….my request was also addressed to …OLGA my mother…in HEAVEN …and my brother hopefully also in HEAVEN…if u believe..
Only the good die young !..my grandmother used to say….she passed into her after life at 93 my mother also…lost my twin brother last year.
I remember a carnival song of 2010 ..2014 is World Cup football …I will be in MANAUS
for it…2016 OLYMPICS would also like to visit.
words of song
“dream on its free !” “life is but a dream” !
kamptan
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Rosaliene Bacchus said:
Kamptan, sorry that you lost your twin brother last year.
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de castro said:
thanks gracias merci bou cous obrigado danc
what is indian/african/chinese/arabic et al for thank you !
hugs and kisses
kamptan international ha ha !
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