Tomorrow is what most people consider to be the lamest day of the week, Monday. Dreaded Monday! For me, it means it’s time to start the week and that begins with dropping off my son at daycare and kicking off my work day. After a fun-filled weekend and lots of lounging around watching Paw Patrol, fighting with Ninja Turtles and battling “the bad guys” with our plastic swords, it’s time to get back to the business of being a working mom. Tomorrow, my son will run into school (always with more hesitation on Mondays), and I will give him a huge hug, a big kiss and tell him I love him so much. What happens in the span of time between that huge hug and when I open my laptop to start working has vastly changed in the last two years.
My son started daycare when he was seven months old. The first drop off was so intense I pulled over and cried. I called my Mom and she said, “Remember what I told you.” I remembered. The days, months and years have passed and although we rarely have a bad drop-off anymore, there were several times in the last two years when my eyes still watered. I would talk to my Mom on those tough days and she would say, “Remember what I told you.” I remembered.
Who doesn’t love the duet “You’re All I Need” with hip hop royalty Mary J. Blige and Method Man? If you grew up in the 90s you heard this song and if you lived in the New York metro area, you loved this song. Mary J with her beautiful and powerful voice and Method Man with his strong rapping skills delivering romantic lyrics were a perfect combination.
What many lovers of the 90’s hit song don’t know is that Read More
“Listen to your heart. There’s nothing else you can do.”
Just this week, I read an article about how swaddling your baby could lead to an increased risk of SIDS. Then, there was the article that according to Slopes was a huge lie – the one about the CDC admitting that vaccines cause Autism. While these articles merit attention, I can’t say the same about articles written by “the experts”. This is not about what doctors are saying because I can believe that most times. This is about people who claim to be experts on raising kids.
I often wonder what my Grandmother Eneida would say about being a mom in the age of the Internet and what she would say about “the experts”. I’m sure it would include some profanity and something about how she raised eight children with nothing but her common sense. And you know what? She would be right. Read More
“Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. Oh won’t you please take me home.”
It is still probably the most surreal day of my life. It was my first day as a foreign girl in a brand new place.
My parents and big brother had left Colombia in the summer of 1986 to seek better medical treatment for my brother who had gotten sick with polio. I couldn’t join them and stayed behind in Colombia. When we were finally able to see each other again it had been three years. For them life had picked up where it left off. For me, however, it was the first day of my entire life. I was eight.