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Esse fim de semana foi o primeiro fim de semana que a Anita passou fora de casa sozinha. Desde que ela tem 3 anos ed idade, ela atravessa o mundo na compania dos avos, de amigos e da irma mais nova, para encontrar a familia esperando por ela no aeroporto do lado de la.Muitas vezes elas - tanto a Anita quanto a Lia fizeram os trajetos Nova Zelandia - Brasil, Australia - Brasil, Dubai Brasil, Bahrain - Brasil sem estarem acompanhadas dos pais. Eu sempre dormi tranquila, por que sabia que assim que o aviao pousasse elas seriam recebidas pelos avos no Brasil ou por nos do lado de ca.
Dessa vez a viagem foi muito mais curta. Bahrain-Oman e bem pertinho. Mas quando ela desembarcou em Oman, a aventura que a esperava seria muito diferente.
Tres dias caminhando pelas praias e montanhas de Oman. Dormindo em tendas que ela e os colegas armaram sozinhos, cozinhando a propria comida e tendo que seguir a rota do GPS em lugares ermos, enquanto carregavam as proprias mochilas.
Eu e o Fabio deixamos que ela fosse por que nos sabemos quando chega a hora de soltar as amarras, deixar o bichinho criar asas.
Mas o meu coracao ficou na boca o fimd e semana inteiro. Eu sabia que eles nao teriam como se comunicar pelo celular, que eu so saberia dela quando o aviao pousasse aqui em Bahrain, onde mais uma vez eu a estaria esperando.
Como sempre, fiz cara de durona, fingi que estava feliz por ela ter ido ( ja perdi a conta de quantas vezes eu fiz esse mesmo numero), mas dessa vez nao consegui dormir, nao consegui relaxar enquanto ela nao veio tagarelando ao nosso encontro no aeroporto.
Ouvir as historias da viagem, como ela subiu montanhas, andou em rios no meio do nada, como ela torceu o tornozelo mas assim mesmo fez questao de carregar a propria mochila para nao sobrecarregar os companheiros de viagem me encheram de orgulho.
Houve um momento, na manha da quinta feira quando fui leva-la ao encontro do grupo, que duvidei que ela seria capaz de completar a prova.
Depois de termos passado e repassado a lista das coisas que ela precisaria levar, ela esqueceu a maquina fotografica em casa e no caminho de 5 minutos entre a nossa casa e o lugar onde o onibus os esperava para levar ao aeroporto, ela perdeu o passaporte.
Tive medo que desse tudo errado.
Mas uma amiga ha muitos anos ja havia me alertado. Eles estao ouvindo. Eles prestam atencao. E assim que voce vira as costas, eles colocam todo esse conhecimento em pratica. Obrigada Silvana, por acalmar meu coracao. Voce tinha razao. Ela sabia o que estava fazendo.
Agoea eu estou aqui, toda orgulhosa da minha filha que esta dolorida, com o pe torcido e exausta, mas com uma auto confianca de dar inveja a muito marmanjo, por que nessa viagem ela descobriu que e capaz de muito mais do que ela mesma imaginava. Ela descobriu que consegue ultrapassar os proprios limites, e que acima de tudo ela aprendeu que o que traz sucesso e o trabalho conjunto. Por isso eles nao comeram o Roberto quando ele comecou a encher o saco de todo mundo, e se revezaram para carregar a mochila da Mira quando ela estava querendo desistir de tudo.
Filha, to morrendo de orgulho de voce! Ta aqui o link do site do programa. vale a pena dar uma olhada!
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This weekend was the first time Anita travelled overseas by herself. It is true she has been travelling "alone" since she was three, but we always had both girls together and until Anita was 11, they only travelled with an adult I knew. A grandparent, a friend, someone I trusted.
For the last 3.5 years, they have been travelling as unacompanied minors, but they get assistance all the way and we know there will be two sets of grandparents waiting for them at the airport when they touch ground.
This time the trip was much shorter, Bahrain-Oman are neighbour conutries. But when she arrived in Oman, the adventure that awaited for her would be completely different.Three days walking on the beaches and mountains of Oman. Sleeping in tents that she and her teen colleagues put up themselves, cooking her own food and having to follow the GPS in deserted places to get from check point to check point, all the time carrying their own backpacks.Fabio and I let her go because we believe in raising free responsible kids who will not chicken out when they face a challenge in life.But I have to confess I did not relax a minute during the weekend. My heart and my head were far away, trying to imagine what was happening to Anita, wondering if she was cold, if she was hungry or if she was afraid.
I knew they would not be able to call us until the plane landed here in Bahrain. All I could do was wait and hope for the best, trust she would be OK.
And I did what I do best. I pretended to be happy she went, I put on a tough face and just behaved like everything was fine and I knew she was ok, when I was terrified she was fara way and would not be able to call for help if she needed anything. I did not sleep, I did not relax until I saw her at the airport.
When I heard all the stories from her journey, how she climbed mountains, walked into rivers in the middle of nowhere, how she hurt her ankle but still carried her backpack, not to be a non sense to her group, it filled my heart and soul with pride.There was a moment, just before she left, when I doubted she would be able to complete the task.After we went over and overthe list of things she needed to take, she forgot the camera at home and lost her passport in the car, during our 5 minute journey to the school.I confess I was afraid the trip could be a big, fat disaster.But many years ago, a friend warned me. They're listening, Inaie. They pay attention. And when you turn your back, they put all that knowledge into practice. Thank you Silvana for calming my heart and giving me hope. You were right. She knew what she was doing.Now I'm here, proud of my daughter for her acomplishment, knowing she realized during this trip she is capable of much more than she imagined . She learned she can overcome her own limits, and how emppowering team work can be. Together they decided not to eat Roberto when they were all hungry and he was complaining about everything, and they carried Mira's backpack when she felt she could no longer do it.
Anita, I have never been so proud of you as I am today!
Here is the link for the Duke of Edimburgh program - I recommend it.
