Lumbar Strain Radiculopathy

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An old legend says that an unborn child who was said to God:

• I say I am going to send to land, but how will I live to be so small and helpless?
• Among many angels chose one for you, that's waiting, he will watch.
• But tell me, here in heaven I do not do anything but sing and smile, is that enough to be happy?
• Your angel will sing, I smile every day, and you feel your love and be happy.
• and how to understand when people talk to me, if you do not know the language that men talk?
• Your angel will tell you the sweet and tender words you can hear, and with much patience and care, will teach you to speak.
• I heard that here on earth there are bad men, who will protect me?
• Your angel will defend you even at the expense of his own life

At that moment a great peace reigned in heaven, but voices could be heard on land, hastened child repeated softly

• God, if I'm going Tell me your name, what is called my angel?
• His name does not matter, you call her mom ...
  

The truth is that the text is more cheesy than a player piano, but it made me think about what it means to a mom to a baby chiqito, helpless, in the role so important that we explain the world around him for you understand, what qiero, learn to value and care. The important thing is every kiss, every word is beautiful, everything we teach, every minute we spent together, mmm, q rich ... and what is also important when one is large with their children and realize how much they may want, learn to value q one has had parents, and return to give kisses, to help them, spend more time with them, to advise .... sure appreciate it a lot, and they drool and become proud to think that they've done well with their children ... In short, I let them m'm getting soft, jiji

Well, many kisses to all