A love letter to my present motherhood. Written by my future self⁷
I'm 80 years old, and somehow I woke up in my 38 year old body, just for one day. I wake up with tiny hands tugging at the sheets. I blink. I sit up slowly. My baby, she's little again. I gasp. I cry. She climbs into bed, laughing loudly, wiggling. I used to rush in the mornings, but not today.
I hold her tight, inhaling that baby smell, memorizing the feel of her warm, sleepy body against mine. I spend an hour making pancakes, her favorite, the chocolate chip ones. I watch them eat, every bite. I listen to their chatter, their silly questions, the way they slur words.
She spills some milk and smears jam on her face. My younger self would have sighed, grabbed a cloth, and quickly wiped it off, probably unbothered. But my 80 year old self just smiles. I wipe her face with a warm cloth, so slowly, so gently, as if each stroke were a prayer. I leave the spilled milk for a moment, just watching the puddle glisten in the morning light.
Later, we go to the park. The swings, the slide, the sandbox. I used to check my phone or chat with other moms. Today, I'm on the floor, in the sand, building a castle, and then immediately letting them destroy it. We laugh. I push her on the swings, higher and higher, until her screams turn into pure joy. I catch her at the end of the slide, again and again.
I notice everything. The way the sun catches her hair, the sound of her little feet running, the intensity in her eyes when she discovers a new stone. I notice the lines of tiredness around my eyes in the reflection of a shop window, the slight ache in my back when I bend over. These are the things I took for granted. This body, this strength, this endless energy I felt I never had.
The afternoon comes too quickly. Bath time, books, bedtime stories. I linger over each page, each word. I trace the lines of her sleeping face, her soft breath against my cheek. I whisper, "I love you. More than you'll ever know. More than I ever knew."
As I lie in bed, the house silent around me, I feel the approaching tiredness. But it's a good tiredness. A deep satisfaction in the soul. I think of my 80 year old self, alone in my quiet home, reminiscing about these days. And I swear that when I wake up tomorrow, back in my real time, I will remember this day.
I will remember to savor my coffee, feel the sunlight, truly listen when my daughter speaks. I will remember to hold her hands, look her in the eyes, forgive the spills and the mess. I will remember that the dirty laundry can wait, that the dishes aren't going anywhere, but these moments these small, fleeting, beautiful moments are everything.
And then, as the first rays of dawn break through the window, I know it's time to return. But I take with me the memory of this day, a love letter to right now.
Always remember that every day with your children is a gift, a blessing.
#nostr #motherhood #daughter #letter #life #family
It is very easy to be a communist when you live under Capitalism.
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I have a wild daughter.
She laughs louder than life, runs faster than my patience can sometimes keep up, and feels everything with a heart too big for her tiny body.
She doesn't tiptoe into rooms. She bursts forth like sunlight.
She doesn't hold back her love. She gives it all away, without hesitation.
And honestly, some days I feel like I'm trying to keep up.
Trying to meet her in the storm without dimming her light.
Trying to hold space for the fierceness that makes her exactly who she is.
One day, she's going to move mountains.
But today, I'll be here. Holding her hand, soaking in her wildness, and reminding myself that it's not too much.
She is just enough.
Even on the hard days. Especially on the hard days. I wouldn't trade her for the world.
#nostr #maternity #motheranddaughter #daughter #Bitcoin
2 ways to get cooking gas in Venezuela
In a recent post, I shared the two ways to get gasoline in Venezuela. In this post, I'll tell you a little about obtaining cooking gas. In an oil-producing country, it should be simple, but in Venezuela, it becomes an ordeal.
I went to visit my grandmother and was surprised to find she was cooking on a single-burner electric stove, the kind that's very slow and breaks down quickly. I asked her about her gas stove, and she told me she hadn't had gas for two months. Her explanation is this: You can buy gas from a private company or through an option called "communal gas."
With private companies, it's a little simpler. You buy a cylinder. A 10 kg cylinder costs $50, and the refill is $5. A larger cylinder costs more. To refill, just take it to the store, and they only refill their branded cylinders (although sometimes there is no availability). Not all municipalities have private gas.
Typically, homes in residential areas have direct gas pipes. The enormous cylinder that supplies the apartments is refilled periodically when gas is available.
Now, what about communal gas? First, you must sign up on a list and pay for the 10kg cylinder refill, which costs $3. You sign up on a list managed by a sort of "communal council" coordinator. She will let you know the refill date so you can go with your gas cylinder and complete the process as instructed, which requires getting up early and waiting in long lines, plus it takes four months to arrive.
This is why many people choose to use electric stoves or have "dual" stoves, which have both gas and electric burners. Electric rice cookers and frying pans, air fryers, and basically any electric cookware have also become very popular.
This brings with it another dilemma: constant power outages that damage electrical appliances, and/or if you don't have a stove and gas as a backup, then you have no way to cook your food when the power is out. That's why every home should have a plan A and a plan B.
Some homes have opted to cook over wood, either out of choice or out of necessity. It's an advantage for people who live in a house with a garden.
https://stacker.news/items/997415/r/bief57
#nostr #Bitcoin #socialism #communist #Venezuela
2 ways to buy gasoline in Venezuela:
The first: Dollarized gasoline. A liter costs 50 cents. You can fill up your car any day you want, as long as the gas and electricity are available at the station. Sometimes, in a municipality, only one of the gas stations has electricity, causing long lines to form to fill up your car. For example in this case:
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Second way: Subsidized or "free" gasoline. Obtaining this gasoline is somewhat complicated. I will explain the procedure in the municipality where I live, but I assume that similar procedures apply in other municipalities.
To begin with, filling up with subsidized gasoline is organized by the terminal of the last digit of the car's license plate, that is: Mondays for license plates ending in 1 and 2. Tuesdays 3 and 4. Wednesdays 5 and 6... and so on. But, (there is always a but) not all cars will be able to fill up with gas since they only give out 200 tickets.
For each gas station, there's a coordinator whose job is to organize and distribute the 200 tickets. These tickets aren't distributed on the same day, but rather a week or four days in advance. For example, today is Saturday. The coordinator texts people through a WhatsApp group and lets them know that on Monday at 6 a.m., they'll be distributing tickets for those scheduled to fill up on Thursday, i.e., those with license plates 7-8. This results in people lining up at the designated location from 2 a.m. to avoid missing out on gas, as approximately 400 people arrive to get a ticket, but only 200 are distributed.
These procedures lend themselves to various "traps." Some coordinators often sell tickets for $5. Others take advantage of the privilege and give tickets to family and friends, who in turn sell the free gas they purchased. Others (non-coordinators) arrive much earlier and then sell their space in line.
#socialism #Venezuela #Bitcoin #Nostr #communism #gasoline #SN #StakerNews
I'm in a place where there are many hiking trails in the hills available to us. Even before coming to Venezuela, I often told my daughter that one day we would hike those trails, because they are so beautiful and exciting. We decided to climb them this week; the weather was ideal, cloudy but not raining. We embarked on this adventure, which I thought would only last 45 minutes, given our poor physical condition (at least that's what I thought). The 45 minutes turned into three hours. I told my daughter, "I'm proud of us." We hiked 90% of the trail. I missed the remaining 10% not because of tiredness or lack of desire, but out of caution. It was already 6 pm, and the last stretch was the narrowest, steepest, and, in my opinion, dangerous for two beginners. Could we climb it? The answer was yes, but very slowly. Given the time of day, it would take us a while to get there, and nightfall would catch us on the way down, which seemed extra dangerous to me. They call that last spot "the wall." We only got as far as the base, looked up, and said our goodbyes to return another day to face it. My daughter was a little sad because she wanted to complete the route, but she soon understood. We started down, and yes, night fell upon us as we were almost at the top. For me, it was harder to go down than to go up. My ankles and one knee hurt, all because I don't have and don't know the proper technique for descending.
My daughter loved it, telling me things like "this is the best exercise in the world," "I love this place," "THANKS MOM," and other funny phrases like "I'm going slowly for you, Mom," or "Come on, Mom, hurry up. Climb!" It was so funny to see her running up the hill with so much energy. Something I almost forgot to write down: one of her motivations was to find quartz. I filled my bag with small pieces of quartz that I found along the way, and at the same time we played explorers. We arrived home safely, tired, hungry, and very happy.
#nostr #hiking #sport #daughter
Oh, I had no idea. My daughter uses the Duolingo for kids version, and so far I haven't noticed anything strange. I'll be more careful. Thanks!
educational pages and applications for children:
1- Doulingo ABC
2- Lingokids
3- Smile and learn
4- Applaydu
5- Happy learning
https://stacker.news/items/940892/r/bief57
#Notr #kids #education #children #homeschool
A common activity in our house is playing restaurant or any store my daughter can think of. She had a small pink cash register where she could keep small bills and coins, it had the slot where you slide the debit/credit cards and it made sounds, the most fun thing of all was the barcode scanner with lights and sounds, this cash register got damaged and we threw it away. Today we played supermarket, but we came up with a better idea, instead of using those paper bills and coins, I told my daughter to get her tablet because that would be the new "cash register" since we were going to use the lightning wallets to make the payments, she got very excited and quickly put together what would be the shelf with the products with their respective price tags (2 sats, 5 sats, 9 sats). It was just the 2 of us playing so we took turns so one was the saleswoman and the other the customer... my daughter really liked being the saleswoman and receiving the sats.
https://stacker.news/items/899207/r/bief57
#Nostr #Bitcoin
I would like to know if anyone here knows of businesses in Peru that accept #Bitcoin as payment. At https://btcmap.org/ there is not a great variety of options and some are even wrong.
#Asknostr #nostr #Perú
Murals in the city of Lima, Peru
https://stacker.news/items/895695/r/bief57
#Nostr #Bitcoin #photography
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GN #nostr 
I have no doubt that one of the best feelings in the world is not being in a hurry, just doing something and simply not being in a hurry, not having anything imminent to do afterwards and being able to truly enjoy the tranquility of what you are doing.
From just looking at the moon from your window, laughing because the ball got stuck in a tree or walking slowly taking photos of the flowers. 
https://stacker.news/items/890985/r/bief57
#Nostr #Bitcoin #philosophy
Countries where a police officer dressed up as a capybara to arrest a drug dealer in 2025.
Peru, I am very curious to know if similar situations occur in other countries.
#Perú #Nostr #Bitcoin