Dear
Readers,
May is the month we celebrate Mother's Day, so for
the benefit of teachers who want to do a little classroom program in
honor of Mother's Day or for readers who want to read a story in either
English or Italian to the “bambini” in their lives, I am
printing this, a bit early so you will have time to polish your act
before Sunday, May 13th:
THE
MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD
Once upon a time, all the people of a small town were outworking in
the fields when they heard someone crying.
They looked to find where the crying was coming from. Finally, one of
them found a little boy at the edge of the field.
“Don't cry,” the man said. “Where is your mother?”
“I don't know,” said the tearful boy.
“You don't know where your mother is?” the man asked. “You're
lost? Don't you worry. I will find mother for you. What does she look
like?”
The little boy stopped crying. “My mother is the most beautiful
woman in the world!”
“Well, she should not be too hard to find, then!” said the
man. He held the boy's hand and led him back to town. “Here you
are,” said the man. “This is the most beautiful woman in
our town. Is she your mother?”
“Oh, no!” the little boy said.
“My mother is much more beautiful. My mother is the most beautiful
woman in the world!”
“Hmm” said the man. “This is going to be harder than
I thought. If the most beautiful woman in our town isn't the boy's mother,
then we will try the nearby towns.”
He
sent people to all the small towns nearby, and in each one, they chose
the most beautiful woman and brought her back to the little boy. The
boy took one look, started to cry again, and said, “Oh no! That's
not my mother. My mother is much more beautiful. My mother is the most
beautiful woman in the world.”
Finally all the beautiful women in the land had been found and brought
to the boy, and none of them was his mother.
“I don't know what to do,” said the man. “Where can
this boy's beautiful mother be? I don't know where else to look.”
Just then, an old woman came pushing through the crowd. Her hands were
rough and worn.
Her
shoulders were bent from working many years in the fields. Her clothes
were not much more than rags.
Her eyes had circles under them, and were red from crying.
The little boy looked at the old woman. “Mother!” he called
out, and ran to her and hugged her.
“Son?
Is it really you? I've been looking for you. I've been so worried!”
“Is this woman your mother?” asked the man.
“Oh, yes!” said the little boy.
“But you told me that your mother was the most beautiful woman
in the world.”
“She is!” the little boy answered proudly. “My mother
is the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Hmm,” the man said to himself. “I wouldn't call her
beautiful, but what I think doesn't matter. If the boy believes his
mother is the most beautiful woman in the world, that's what is most
important.”
“Mille Grazie” to Tony Ghezzo for translating the Most Beautiful
Woman in the World, an old folktale, into Italian:
LA
PIU' BELLA DONNA AL MONDO
C'era una volta un piccolo paese nel quale tutti i suoi abitanti erano
nei campi a lavorare quando udirono il pianto di un bambino.
Scrutarono con gli occhi per vedere da dove venisse quel suono e finalmente
uno di essi vide un bambino verso la fine del campo.
“Non
piangere” - gli disse l'uomo - “Dov'e tua mamma?" “Non
lo so" rispose il bambino con gli occhi pieni di lacrime. “Non
sai dov'e' tua mamma? Ti sei perduto? Non ti preoccupare, trovero' io
tua mamma. Puoi descrivermela?”
Il bambino smise di piangere e disse: “Mia mamma e' la piu' bella
donna al mondo”.
“Beh, in questo caso penso che sia facile trovarla” disse
l'uomo, poi prese il bambino per la mano e lo condusse al paese.
Raduno' tutte le donne del paese, scelse la piu' bella e la condusse
dal bambino. “Ecco” - disse l'uomo - “Questa e' la
piu' bella donna del paese, e' questa tua mamma?”
“No” - disse il bambino - “Mia mamma e' molto piu'
bella. Mia mamma e' la piu' bella donna al mondo”.
“Hmm,” - fece l'uomo - “Credo che sara' piu' difficile
di quel che avessi pensato. Se la piu' bella donna del paese non e'
la madre del bambino, dovro' cercarla nei paesi vicini.”
Pertanto invio' delle persone in tutti i paesi del circondario affinche'
cercassero la piu' bella donna della zona e la conducessero dal bambino.
Ma
il bambino le diede un'occhiata e si mise a piangere di nuovo, dicendo
“No! Questa non e' mia mamma. Mia mamma e' molto piu' bella. Mia
mamma e' la piu' bella donna al mondo!”
Finalmente, tutte le piu' belle donne del mondo furono condotte davanti
al bambino, ma nessuna era sua madre.
“Non
so piu' che fare” - disse l'uomo - “Dove mai sara' la bellissima
madre del bambino? Non so piu' dove cercarla.”
Proprio in quel momento una vecchia donna si fece posta tra la folla.
Le sue mani erano ruvide e callose.
Le
sue spalle erano curve per aver lavorato tanti anni nei campi. Il suo
vestito era logoro e strappato. I suoi occhi erano incavati e rossi
per aver pianto per tanti giorni.
II
bambino si giro' verso la vecchia. “Mamma!” grido', correndo
verso di lei e buttandole le braccia al collo.
“Figlio? Sei veramente tu? Ti ho cercato dappertutto! Ero cosi'
preoccupata!”
“Questa e' tua mamma?” - chiese l'uomo incredulo. “Oh,
si” disse il bambino. “Ma tu avevi detto che tua mamma era
la piu' bella donna del mondo.”
“Si, infatti lo e'” rispose il bambino con orgoglio. “Mia
mamma e' la piu' bella donna al mondo!”
“Hmm,” mormoro' l'uomo tra se' e se'. “Io non la chiamerei
bella, tu non la chiameresti bella, ma cio' che noi pensiamo non ha
alcun valore. La cosa piu' importante e' che lui creda che sua mamma
e' la piu' bella donna al mondo!”
...
“Mamma”
can be celebrated in song or story:
MAMMA
Mamma son tanto felice
Perche' ritorno da te…
La mia canzone ti dice
Che e' il piu' bel giorno per me!
Mamma son tanto felice;
Viver lontano…perche'?
Mamma
Solo per te la mia canzone vola…
Mamma,
Sarai con me, tu non sarai piu' sola,
Quanto ti voglio bene!
Queste parole d'amore
Che ti sospira il mio cuore
Forse non s'usano piu'…
Happy
Mother's Day to all the most beautiful women in the world.
“Mamma”