Motherhood Moments: Now I understand my Mother

12 May

Español para La Voz

Gael con abueIt’s true. The best thing that can happen to a mother is that her children have children.

Now that I’ve become a Mom I understand and admire my mother so much more.

My story with my mother is like that of many other families who come to this country seeking a better life. She had to leave my older brother and me with our grandmother to follow the American dream. I was 2 years old. My mother had to make this difficult decision during the civil war in El Salvador. It was not until 10 years later when she managed to get my residency and reunite.

Since childhood I understood the logic of why she had to leave me behind, my mind processed it but my heart didn’t get it. My heart was resentful for a while.

There were too many moments we missed together– birthdays, graduations, dances, falls, fears and nights.

Coming to this country was a culture shock–a new family, siblings a never met, new language and the mother I always wanted to know.  The only comfort I knew and grew up with was no longer there—my grandmother.  Like any kid at that age going through what i was going through I felt rejected. This was a product of my imagination result of the sudden change and lack of maturity on my part.

At first, I cried every night and all I wanted to do was to run to my grandmother’s arms I missed so much. But I was determined and always reminded myself that this was the best for me and I had to take advantage of the opportunity to live in this country. I kept reminding myself that my mother had made a sacrifice and it was time for me to show her it was worth it. 

Now I’m a Mom

Mi GaelNow that I’m a Mom it breaks my heart to think of how difficult it must have been for my mother to have to separate from her two children. I cannot even imagine her pain the day she hugged us goodbye not knowing if she will ever see us again. It saddens me to think of her suffering during her journey to the United States. She always kept in touch, wrote letters, visited and when she was able brought us to her.

Now that I’m fortunate to be a mom I cannot bare the thought of being far away from my Gael. My life, my world and everything around it have changed. Everything revolves around him. The joy I feel every morning I see his beautiful eyes watching me with excitement it’s like no other.

The transition from a professional independent woman to a single mother has not been easy but I thank God for the support of so many.

She is my fort

My mother has been my greatest support. I remember the panic I felt when I had to tell her about my pregnancy. I did not want to disappoint her. I cried so much but she said, “but why are you crying? You are going to be a mom!”

I think back at that moment and see myself now– all I can do is smile! 

Being a Mother has opened my eyes to so many things. Now I understand her sacrifice of having to separate from her children to provide a better future for them. I understand why she will always defend her children no matter what. I understand her pain when her kids suffer. I understand why her love will always be unconditional. I understand why a mother will always do what is best for her kids.

I admire my mother for having the strength and guts to make one of the most difficult decisions of her life. The course of my life changed thanks her strength and courage.

Now, Gael has changed to course of my life once again and I could not be happier. He is the light of my eyes and the reason I want to be a better woman. 

Me salio lo cursi con la maternidad // Motherhood made me a lil’ corny

30 Mar

English Version- Motherhood made me a lil’ corny

GaelEsto de la maternidad no me lo esperaba, por lo menos no ahora. Confieso que cuando me di cuenta de mi embarazo fue muy aterrador- nunca llore tanto. Ahora que tengo a mi Gael entre mis brazos es lo  mejor que me pudo haber pasado. Este amor que siento por el se me sale por los poros y no me da pena demostrarlo al aire libre. Los que me conocen se admiran un poco de esta nueva Frida que ven. Me dicen, “nunca pensé verte así.” Creo que porque no soy el tipo de persona que demuestra mucho afecto en publico, al contrario creo que hay veces que puedo ser un poco fría.  En privado es otra historia pero con Gael se me sale lo cursi sin querer ni pensarlo! Lo digo de broma pero es muy cierto. Hay momentos que me escucho y veo a mi misma y yo misma me sorprendo.  No me importa quien me vea ni quien me escuche hablándole locuras a mi bebe y comiéndomelo a besos. No me canso de decirle que lo amo y que es el amor de mi vida. Me paso de cursi y me vale. Gael me a quitado lo ruda y hablando un montón. Quien iba decir que una personita tan pequeñita tendría tanto poder sobre mi. Antes, solo me lo imaginaba pero ahora los estoy viviendo y me llena de felicidad.

papaNo, no tengo una pareja a mi lado las 24 horas del dia ni mucho menos pienso en “juntarme” con nadie por mi bebe.  No me lo imagina de esta manera pero tampoco significa que su padre no esta involucrado. Gael nos tendrá a los dos de una manera distinta y no tradicional. Y no, no se me acaba la vida por como pasaron las cosas al contrario mi vida ahora tiene un sentido diferente. Tampoco significa que me la estoy viendo difícil como madre soltera. Mi vida ahora se siente mas llena y menos complicada. La maternidad te da humildad. No diré que las cosas son fáciles pero este reto me hace una mujer mas fuerte y capaz. También aprecio mucho todo lo que me rodea, mi mama, mi familia y amigos.

securedownload-2Cuando uno se da cuenta que va tener un hijo piensa en tantas cosas. Al principio yo pensaba mucho en lo que me falto hacer, en los viajes y todos aquellos planes que tenia en mente. Ahora espero con ansias hacer todo lo que no hice con Gael a mi lado. Quiero hacer muchísimo mas ahora que lo tengo!! Quiero viajar con el a los lugares que no he viajado, quiero que conozca mis lugares favoritos, quiero que sea tan o mas aventurero que yo, quiero que conozca rincones del mundo que yo nunca conocí y quiero sea feliz haciendo lo que mas le gusta.

securedownload-3Esta felicidad que ahora siento no se compara con nada y no me canso de agradecerle a Dios por este sentir tan bonito.  Nunca pensé que diría esto pero me gusta ser cursi con mi hijo. Me gusta comérmelo a besos mientras le repito lo mucho que lo adoro. Me encanta despertarme a su lado y que me sonría cada vez que le digo algo absurdo. Me encanta bailar con el por las mañanas y escuchar música a todo volumen en el coche. Me encanta cuando me busca con su mirada y sus ojitos me dicen que me conocen. Me encanta cuando su manita aprieta con fuerzas mis dedos y no me quieren soltar. Me encanta sentir su respiración cuando esta dormido en mi pecho. Me encanta verlo convivir con su padre porque es algo que yo nunca tuve con el mio.  Me encanta cuando lo escucho gritar porque es señal que es un niño fuerte y saludable. Me encanta sentirme así- toda cursi, cariñosa y amorosa. Todo es culpa de mi hermoso Gael! 

Aqui les comparto algunas fotos que nos tomo mi gran amigo Carlos! 

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Month 1 with Gael: in a different country learning a new language

3 Mar

It has been a month since I met the lil guy that would change everything in my life! It is truly amazing how such a small being could revolutionize everything I’ve ever known. I’m in a new country learning a different language!

Life changed quite a bit during pregnancy but not quite as much as when Gael finally arrived. Things have really changed since! He has become my all and makes me feel emotions I’ve never felt before. It seems unreal to think back at the morning when he was born. I remember being so cold when I was on the surgery table. I was surrounded by strangers and about to be cut open. I admit I was nervous. This was my first time in hospital as a patient- first major surgery. I felt so relieved when I heard his first cry and asked the doctors if he was okay. He was and is perfect.

Gael is perfect and I wouldn’t change a thing. I wouldn’t change the circumstances either because everything, good or bad, led me to him, and his beautiful presence. I cannot say it has been an easy transition from the life I used to know but I’m learning how to adjust to all the changes. I’m so thankful for an amazing mother who took care of us for the first two weeks. It all became a reality when I brought him home with me. It was just him and I. I was scared. Sometimes it feels as if I’m learning a new language all over again. I remember when I first came to this country I felt lost and overwhelmed by everything around me. It was so scary to be in a different country and learning a different culture. Gael is my foreign language, new country and culture. Although it is scary it is also fascinating. I’m learn something new every single day and I’m smitten by everything about him (well, maybe not all the poops).

My friends used say, “You will forget the pain after you see and hold him.” I’m not sure if I can forget it but it definitely makes it soo much better and well worth it. Everything seems okay when he looks into my eyes and all I can do is smile. I like to think he I recognizes me when I talk to him, hold him or simply look at him.

He is my son, I am his mother and together we will be a team for a long while. I will forever be grateful for the miracle of life I’ve been able to experience and I’m looking forward to learning as much as I can about this new language and country. I may never speak it fluently or perfectly but will try my best. I know I won’t be the perfect mother but I know I can be a good enough mother for him.

I’m grateful to everyone who came to visit, called me, texted me, facebook me, tweeted, or instagramed. You made Gael and me feel loved! Here are some photos of my favorite moments this first month.

No, I’m not married but yes I have a kid!

27 Feb

The following is a post I began writing back in October of last year. I’ve never edited any of my posts more than this one. I’ve waited a while to post for several reasons.

The original post was angry and emotional. I was reacting at some of the questions people kept asking when I first made my pregnancy public. I wrote it and saved it in my files. There is a process I follow for every single post: write it, put it away, and come back to it to edit and publish.  The main the reason for this it’s because I write out my emotions and this is my way to release/process stress. Some will never make the blog for this reason. I kept coming back to this post because I didn’t want it to stay in my unpublished files.

So here’s it goes…

I was asked so many questions and heard a lot of comments when I was pregnant. After a while I got used to most of them but there are some I wish people had kept to themselves.

For example:

Are you married?

Are you getting married?

Are you moving in?

Is he is going to be involved?

I didn’t know you were dating!

I’m so sorry!

 

People also ask me why I do not talk about Gael’s father— some make the assumption he doesn’t want to be involved but that’s not the case. He exists; cares and will always be a part of his life. The fact I do not talk to everyone about him doesn’t mean he is absent or non-existent.  He is very present and completely in love with our little guy.

The marriage question would get under my skin at the beginning, not because I was embarrassed but because I don’t think that’s a question people should ask. I mean it is 2013 and the fact a single, professional, independent woman is having a child shouldn’t be a big deal or surprise to anyone. Oh and let me remind people this doesn’t make me less capable either. It doesn’t mean you should have pity or feel bad for me. Or say things like, “oh I’m sorry, are you going to be okay?”  Yes, I am and will be fine. Women have been doing this for a very long time and I’m not the first or last in our society who will have a child without a man by her side 24/7. My mother did it and did a hell of a job.

No, this isn’t the way I planned it or would have wanted it but just how it happened. I’ve learned that life will take us only where we need to go and place us exactly where we need to be.

I’ve also realized people make assumptions if you are a feminist or come close to believing in feminism. The title or association must mean you do not want kids, do not want or believe in marriage or you must be a lesbian. Yes, I have been asked if I’m a lesbian!!! We are placed out of a box to be put into another. I know feminist women and men who are happily married, have or want children. I also know some that choose to never have children, never marry or simply choose to live their union without having to sign a piece of paper or make promises they may not be able to keep.

I will be honest, marriage is not something I’ve dreamed of or looked forward to in life but it doesn’t mean I do not believe in it. I certainly do not believe a child should be the reason for it. My hopes have never been placed on a white dress, or big ring but rather in the union between two people who love, respect and try to understand each other. I do not believe in perfect relationships, a perfect husband or a wife- those are fantasies.

I did look forward to motherhood but I never thought it would happen like this or at this point in my life. I looked forward to feeling the love mother’s around me would speak about- that amazing, unlike any other kind of love. It is true; this love surpasses anything I’ve ever felt.

Being pregnant challenged so many of my beliefs and also thought me so much about myself.  I became conflicted with the feminist/liberal in me.  I realized I was giving in to the traditional idea of what a family “should” look like: A woman, a man and kid(s). There was a moment I felt bad because I wasn’t going to be able to give this to my child but I realized I didn’t have to feel bad at all. No, I will not have a traditional family but this doesn’t mean my kid will be loved any less. It just means my family may look a little different than what society says it should look like.

I didn’t grow up in a traditional family but there were times I did wondered how it would be to have one. I wondered how different my life would have been if my father was a part of it. I never felt like I was missing anything though— I guess you cannot miss what you never had. My idea of family has changed with my little guy. Now I see beyond what some in society deem as normal.  Family shouldn’t be incomplete if a man, a woman or child is missing, a couple is not together or married or if a same-sex couple raises a child. Family is much more than the “perfect” house with a white picket fence and much more than the establishment it has become. We create family. We design how it should look and feel like. Traditional or non-traditional. We should be able decide who gets to be a part of it and who doesn’t without feeling guilty or being pressured to do otherwise.  

My kid will grow up in a non-traditional family and that’s okay. He will be loved and taken care of not only by me but also by his father. Gael is the soul of my modern family and I couldn’t be happier!

So the answer to that original question so many asked at the beginning of this process is NO, I’m not married and do not intend to any time soon. 

modern fam IMG_0619

Amor que no conocía

14 Feb

IMG_0715Amor que no conocía

Amor que no espera nada

Amor sin restricciones

Amor sin complicaciones

Amor que te llena de aire

Te cobija con ternura

Te abraza con cariño

Amor que borra tristezas

Te consuela cuando mas lo necesitas

Te sonreí cuando te hace falta

Amor como este no hay ninguno

No te ahoga

No te duele

No te amarga

No te hiere

Amor que sale por los poros

Imposible ocultarlo

Imposible no mostrarlo

Amor que controla tus sentidos

Tus anhelos

Tus sueños

Tu futuro

Amor… tan bello amor que no te conocía

Tan extraño

Tan inmenso

Infinito

Incondicional

Paciente

Amor… nunca tuve el placer de conocerte hasta ahora

Ahora te respiro

Te siento

Te amo

Amor… Mi amor nunca te conocí y ahora que te conozco mi mundo ya no es el mismo

Meet Gael: The greatest love of all!

1 Feb

“One day that boy will be your reason for living. It is the greatest love of all.”

My good friend Camile could not have been more right—my little boy is the greatest love I have ever felt and I am so thankful to finally have him in my arms. He is perfect, beautiful and the greatest happiness my heart has ever felt.  

My little Gael was born Tuesday January 29th at 10:47am. He was 7 pounds 15 ounces, just one ounce shy away from 8!!

I feel so relieved he is here and healthy. I was so scared and stressed out the night before he was born I drove myself to the hospital and refused any company. I needed time alone to process. I knew he would come the next day and needed to get my mind together for what was coming. Thankfully all went well. He was delivered via c-section because of his size; my size and the kid just didn’t like meds!

He is a healthy, handsome and charming boy! I’m completely in love with him and cannot take my eyes off him. He revolutionized my life 9 months ago and continues to do so. Yes, he cries and doesn’t let me sleep but it’s okay. Picking him up, seeing his eyes move every time I call his name and feeling his little hands on me make the universe perfectly okay.

Here’s where it gets interesting!! Here are a few photos from his first few days in this world

 

Courage and strength

24 Jan

Archive from Aug. 26th, 2012

do you ever have those days when only crying will make you feel better? Days when you question everything around you, the timing and purpose? Days when you wish things were just a little different and wish you could be just a little stronger?

Those are the days that end up making us stronger, wiser and more human. In the moment, we may not have all the answers but some how we seem to survive it all. Later, we realize we are not as weak as we thought we were. We realize we have more courage than we thought we were capable of and rise again.

Courage and strength is not built during happy times. Courage is tested in the worst of times. Those times when we are completely lost and overwhelmed. Times when we want to just run away and make everything be okay. Courage is when we realize how strong we really are and we over come what life decided to bring us. Courage is when we are empowered and we rise to be the best we can be in the worst of situations.

I’m learning to understand this myself. So if you have those days when everything is going down to the shits don’t get desperate and believe in your gut you will make everything be okay. It may take a little work for you to get there but  eventually you will get there. Learn how to let go of all that brings you down and continues to undermine you. Learn that in life there are some things that are borrowed and temporary. Things or people that come into your life for a reason, serve their purpose and then leave. Learn that darkness doesn’t have to last forever and it is up to you how long you sit in it. Learn that you can be strong and courageous even when you feel broken. Be patient and be compassionate with yourself.

Cartas a mi bebe: Ya falta poco

20 Jan

English

Mi Querido Gael

Tu cunaLlego el año nuevo mi corazón y con el tu pronta llegada. Ya falta poco para que lleguemos a los 10 meses y comienza el conteo regresivo. La doctora dice que puedes llegar en cualquier momento. No puedo creer que muy pronto podré mirar tu carita, y abrazar tu cuerpecito. Desde ahora ya respondes a mi voz. Todas las mañanas te llamo por tu nombre y respondes con un movimiento. Me encanta sentirte y saber que me escuchas. Es increíble como ha pasado el tiempo y ver cómo han cambiado las cosas desde ese día que me di cuenta de tu existencia.  Tu Papi y yo estamos ansiosos por conocerte.  Tú cuna ya está lista (tu mami la armo con sus propias manos) y mi closet ahora está lleno de tu ropita.

Con tu Abuela

Con tu Abuela

Recibiste muchos regalos en el baby shower que tu abuela organizo. Casi todo lo que tienes han sido presentes de amigas y familiares. Fue una fiesta divertida con la mayoría de tus primos y mis Tías. Me gustaría platicarte un poco sobre mi Familia que pronto conocerás. Tu abuela Dora es Mama de dos varones y dos hembras, yo soy las segunda.  Tus tíos son Carlos, Diana y José. Tienes 4 primos, Malaya que está en el cielo, Javion, Aris y Todd. Tengo Tu visa-abuela Tota tiene 7 hijos, 6  mujeres y un hombre.  Te cuento que tengo 14 primos.  Mi familia es un poco alocada pero todos tienen un gran corazón. A comparación de la familia de tu papi la mía es pequeña pero dejare que él te cuente sobre ellos.

Photo by Carlos Avila Gonzalez

Casi lista
Photo by Carlos Avila Gonzalez

Gael, con las ansias de conocerte también se intensifica la incertidumbre de cómo serán las cosas cuando tú ya estés aquí. Me pregunto cómo será tu nacimiento, pienso en el dolor y rezo que todo salga bien. También pienso en posibles complicaciones y todo lo que esta fuera de mi control. Estoy tratando de tener todo preparado para tu llegada pero sé que nunca estaré completamente lista. Me dan nervios pensar todo esto pero también me da mucha ilusión escucharte llorar por primera vez.

Me cambio la vida cuando me di cuenta que venias en camino y me la cambiaras aún más en cuanto llegues. No hay un día que no piense en ti y en nuestro futuro. Pienso en como serás, y en quien te parecerás. Tu Papi quiere que te parescas a el pero lo dudo. Él sueña de tu futuro y la posibilidad de que en ti se encuentre el próximo presidente de los estados unidos. Bromea al decir que tal vez seas tú el hijo que lo cuide cuando ya esté viejito.

Mi Gael, llegara el momento que espero te des cuenta que el mundo es tuyo y que las posibilidades son infinitas. Tú creas tu destino por medio de decisiones y lecciones. Tú puedes alcanzar cualquier meta si te lo propones y si trabajas duro. La humildad, el respeto y honestidad moldearan el hombre al cual te convertirás. Tú espirito, pasión y ganas de vivir serán tu motor. Yo estaré allí para guiar tus pasos al principio y tratare de brindarte las herramientas necesarias para cuando tengas que caminar tu solo. El límite de tu potencial dependerá de ti mismo así que nunca menos precies tu capacidad. Pero falta mucho para todo esto, por ahora mi única prioridad y mas grande anhelo es que nazcas saludable.  No te puedo prometer mucho en este momento pero sí que te amare con todas las fuerzas de mi Corazón, alma y espirito por el resto de mis días.

Te adora tu mami,

Frida

Si pudiera lo odiaria

15 Jan

De mis archivos- 2012

Quiere odiarlo

Con todas sus fuerzas quisiera odiarlo

Aborrecer cada rincón de su ser

 

Odiar cada momento

Bueno y malo

 

Odiar cada detalle

Cada memoria

 

Quiere odiar su frialdad

Su egoísmo

Su indiferencia

Su sabe lo todo

Su intransigencia

Su inhabilidad de entender y sentir

Su don de grandeza

Su falta de humanidad

Su falta de compasión

Su falta de consideración

Su falta de valor

Falta de palabras

Falta de iniciativa

Falta humildad

 

Quisiera odiar el día que lo conoció

Y todo lo que le hizo sentir

Cada momento de locura

Cada momento de espontaneidad

Cada momento de plenitud

Por despertar sentimientos dormidos

Por descubrir ternura y cariños escondidos

 

Quiere odiarlo por compartir momentos de euforia, silencio y simplicidad.

Por permitirle entrar en su corazón

Corazón solitario y en ocasiones frio

Quiere odiarlo por aventurarse, arriesgarse y sentir con ella

Por corresponder cada caricia, beso y anhelo

Por decir que la amaba sin necesidad de palabras

 

Quiere odiarlo porque ella también lo amo,

Más de lo que él supo,

Más de lo que ella quiso

Quiere odiarlo por ese no sé qué, por revolucionar su vida, su existencia y por recordarle que el amor llega de mil maneras, formas, y colores

 

Quiere odiarlo como solo se odia un amor perdido

Un amor hiriente

Un amor imposible

Un amor sin lógica, ni rumbo, ni futuro

 

Quiere odiarlo porque sabe que el amor puede ser distinto

Porque por fin se dio cuenta que se merece mucho más

 

Quiere odiarlo porque su corazón se cansó de amarlo

Y no necesita de su presencia

Quiere odiarlo como nunca podrá odiarlo

Porque no vale la pena, ni la amargura, ni mucho menos el odio

 

A different kind of Marathon

15 Jan


Houston marathon 2012Last year around this time I was getting everything ready to run my first Marathon. I was excited but a bit scared. My only worry then was being able to finish the run without walking. A year later, I’m getting ready for a completely different type of marathon- motherhood and all I worry about is having a healthy baby. 

Life can change so unexpectedly. 

My friend Israel

My friend Israel

Today I went to see a good friend finish his first marathon and it brought back memories from my experience last year.  During a marathon there’s a time when your adrenaline is running so high you do not feel much pain but there’s also a moment when you ask yourself questions like, “what the hell were you thinking?” or “what did you get yourself into?  They call this the wall and it’s your mind trying to play tricks on you and your body. This usually happens towards the end of the 26.2 miles and puts your ability to finish to test. 

I hit this kind of wall at the beginning of my pregnancy. I asked myself the same kind of questions and wanted to give up. I kept asking myself, “How could YOU get yourself in this situation?” This  challenged the woman I was and wanted to be. It tested everything I ever knew and believed. It questioned who I was and who I was going to become. This became the most challenging wall of my life but some how I managed to deal and survive.

And that’s the same thing you have to do during a Marathon. You find a way to survive through those last few miles.

My current marathon!The marathon I ran last year does not compare to the one I’m currently living.  I am 9 months pregnant and this is just the beginning of a life long adventure. It is exciting but scary.  It is unknown and overwhelming. It is crazy beautiful but oh so nerve racking.  Last year, each mile marker on the course became an accomplishment.  Each marker reminded me of how much closer I was to the finish line but also made me questioned how I was going to make it.

My ninth month marker feels the same way. It brings me closer to meeting my little guy but it makes me think about what’s ahead. The finish line is nowhere near for this marathon but unlike in any other marathon I’m looking forward to it. I am scared and a bit nervous but I suppose this is all normal just like those jitters you feel the night before you run those 26.2 miles.

WaitingI’ve come to realize you can only prepare so much and there are so many things that will be out of your control. For example, the weather today was a huge factor on how marathoners performed.  The always powerful mother nature- cold, wind and rain- made this marathon harder than expected and there is no training that could have prepared the runners. I’ve done as much as I can to prepare for Gael’s arrival but I know it is impossible to be 100% ready. This gives me a bit of comfort because I know this is how things will be from now on. I can only control so much and everything else will just have to happen on mother’s nature terms and time.

For now, all I can do is wait until the next mile marker- his birth.

 

This is what happiness feels like

9 Jan

Happiness should never depend on someone but it sure feels nice when someone says, “you make me happy.”

Happiness can come in different shapes and forms. It can come on a day when you have a fantastic day at work.

Happiness can show up when you are completely disconnected and content when silence.

Happiness could mean watching your child laugh like crazy at something you did.

It can sneak up when you least expected. It can grab you, shake you and remind you how wonderful the feeling really is.

 

Happiness can sit by your side without you even realizing.

Happiness can bring to light everything you have been longing for.

Happiness can make you appreciate all the moment’s life brings you.

Happiness has the power to lifts you up like unlike nothing else.

Happiness fills the voids and all your empty corners.

Happiness is a natural high you can get addicted to.

Happiness may feel strange and even scary at first but once you get over it is quite amazing

 

Happiness makes you smile during random moments

Happiness makes you stop and makes you feel

Happiness happens when your heart allows it

Happiness happens when the unexpected takes over

Happiness knows no limits, no boundaries, and no fear

 

Happiness can be any moment in your life

Any 5 minutes when you allowed yourself to feel it, touch it, smell it

Happiness can be sitting in a room surrounded by friends

Happines is when you neice kisses and hugs you

Happiness can look like the silence in your bedroom right after you take a bath

Happiness can be a soft kiss on your forehead

Happiness can be ice cream

Happiness can be dancing the night away

Happiness can be accomplishing something impossible

Happiness can be simply lying in bed with your loved one

Happiness can be making love to someone you adore

Happiness can be listening to someone say, “I miss you.”

Happiness is feeling someone loves you by simply looking into his or her eyes

 

Happiness will embrace you, caress you and surprise you

 Happiness doesn’t have a timeframe or a deadline

It could last a lifetime or just a few seconds

Happiness it’s what you make of it

What you want it to be

It feels nice

gives you hope

It is Moments in life you must learn to how recognize, appreciate and live as if they were the last.

Happiness can be found within you

It is with those you love

It is with the things you love to do

It is with what makes you passionate

With what makes you tick

What makes you just live

Smile

And love 

Be happy and enjoy every single moment!

Te faltaron huevos para mucha mujer

2 Jan

No me mires así y dime lo que piensas

Dime lo que esa mente fabrica

Y no trates de encontrar palabras bonitas para decir lo que tienes que decir

Deja los rodeos

No te escondas detrás de excusas

Ya las he escuchado todas

¿Y que esperas para hablar?

¿qué? ¿tienes miedo a lastimarme?

No me tomes como una flor delicada que no lo soy

Antes lo fui pero ya no

Mi ser no depende de lo dirás como antes

Mi ser no te espera con ansias como antes

Anda, dilo sin pena

¿a donde quedo tu valor de hombre?

De hombre confiado

De hombre fuerte

De hombre sabe lo todo

¿Tienes miedo de que descubra lo que piensas?

¿Lo que sientes?

Te aterra que sepa todo  lo que no quieres que sepa

Te encabrona que he descubierto tu cobardía

Tu egoísmo

Tu falta de huevos

¿Te sorprende como te hablo?

¿Te sorprende que tenga razón?

¿Te sorprende lo cabrona que piensas que soy?

Yo no nací ayer cariño

No soy ingenua como antes lo fui

No soy la niña dulce que antes lloraba

Lo se

Siempre lo supe

Siempre lo sabemos

Y no te sientas importante

Tu eres una simple parada en mi camino

Una visita temporal

Y ya es tiempo de que te vayas

Y Soy muy mujer para ti

Mucha hembra

Muy cabrona

Y tu lo sabes

Y no se me acaba el mundo

No dejo de respirar

No por ti

No por nadie

Letters to my Baby: You are coming with the new year!

31 Dec

Gael- 8 months

Español

My dear Gael,

A few weeks ago I was able to see your little face thanks to our latest ultrasound. You are one handsome boy! You weight about 4 pounds and will probably reach 8 by the time you are born. It was exciting to your facial features and movements on screen. It’s looks like you will have my lips and nose. I don’t think your Dad was too happy about that!!  I couldn’t stop smiling when I walked out the doctor’s office. I was thankful everything looks good.

I must admit that one of my fears every time I go to the doctor is to hear something it’s not right. This isn’t because I’m being negative but because your aunt Diana had a painful loss after her first pregnancy. Her first baby, Malaya, only lived 3 short months due to a genetic disorder. It was very difficult for our family but especially for her and your grandmother. I pray every time I go to the doctor and I’m so thankful all is going well so far.

This is not my only fear. The same day we had our visit there was a horrible massacre at an elementary school in Connecticut. 26 people including 20 kids were killed by a 20 year old.

It is heart breaking to imagine the pain those parents are feeling and the powerlessness of not being able to do anything to avoid such tragedy.

Gael, we do not live in a perfect world and there will always be people who hurt others. It is always difficult to understand why but I do believe tragedies like this one could be prevented if we, as a society did more.

Violence has its causes and it is always by choice. We live in a society where violence has become the norm. We see it everywhere and some opt by raising their children with violence.

I want you to know that violence isn’t the answer and you always have the power to choose. As you grow up I know you will have a lot of questions and doubts but I promise to speak with the truth even if it’s difficult. Don’t ever be afraid to ask me questions or to tell me what’s in your mind. I’m sure I will be shocked more than once with your questions but that’s okay.

The New Year and you will soon make their grand entrance. It is exciting and a bit nerve racking. At the end of each year I like to reflect on all the good and the lessons the year has brought me. Looking back at the beginning of this year it seems as if I bought my self a ticket to an unknown destination. The journey has been quite the adventure and it is not over!

My goals for the New Year have always been centered on my career and personal plans. This year everything changes with you. Now, everything revolves around you mister!

It is impossible to be fully prepared for a baby’s arrival but I’m doing the best I can to get ready. My wish for the New Year is that you are born healthy and everything else will eventually fall into place. For now, I’m thankful for all the blessings and lessons this year has given me and anxiously wait for your arrival.

Te adora,

Tu Mami

 

Photo by Carlos Avila Gonzalez

Photo by Carlos Avila Gonzalez

 

My little cafe is now 2!

27 Dec

248285_10150204477708008_3046147_nI realized this weekend that I missed my little café’s second birthday! Oh how time flies! I remember launching my blog during my December getaway back in 2010. I remember seating in a coffee shop in Washington DC when I published my first post. I was so excited people actually took time to check out that first post. Two years later this has become more than I could have ever expected.  I’m always surprised to hear people say, “Oh, I read your blog.” Just this weekend my aunt said one of her friend’s who I’ve never met cried after reading one of my letters. I never thought my posts would have that effect. More people than I could have ever imagined visit this space and the feedback from some of my posts have been touching.  I want you know that what you read here comes from hidden corners of my heart. My crazy heart and soul are the drivers of this space. I write about what makes me tick. I write about what makes me passionate, inspires me, excites or motivates. I write about what makes me, happy, sad, or angry. I write about people. People who make feel, teach and inspire me.  I write about that strange thing call love, its complications, fulfillments, and mysteries. I write about the men who I’ve loved, men who have loved me or caused pain. I write about life.

I look back at some of my olds posts and become a bit embarrassed at some of the crazy things I’ve written here but realize it is all part of my personal journey.  It is part of a moment in time. I see how much I have grown since the launch of this blog and how my life has changed since that first post. There is no room for regrets!

All I can say is thank you allowing me to share with you all this journey, my thoughts, moments and experiences.

Thank you for taking the time to read, process and sharing them with others.

Thank you your messages, feedback and sharing your stories.

Thank you for wishing my little Gael and I well.

I hope you continue to share this space with me and very soon with my little Gael. I wish you and your loved ones the very best during the New Year. May your life be surrounded by greatness, love and light.

I’m grateful for your time here.

Muchas Gracias

Frida V-

P.S. I’m curious, which post stands out the most to you? 

Cartas a mi bebe: Mi mejor regalo

24 Dec

8 monthsQuerido Gael,

Fuimos y venimos de California y confirme que definitivamente viajar contigo dentro cambia las cosas de manera drástica. A pesar de algunas incomodidades todo salió muy bien.

Paso algo fascinante durante la sesión de fotos con mi amigo Carlos. Cada vez que el usaba el flash tu reaccionabas con un brinco y fue así durante toda la sesión. Fue fascinante sentirte y ver algunos de tus movimientos en la serie de fotos.

Pronto podre ver cada una de tus reacciones en vivo y a todo color. Pienso que para el próximo ano mi navidad será muy diferente ya que estará entre mis brazos.

Desde pequeña me gustaba mucho la Navidad porque era una temporada en la cual podíamos compartir con familia, comer comida tradicional salvadoreña y ver los árboles de navidad. Tota, mi abuela, decoraba un arbolito sencillo con esferas y el nacimiento del niño Jesus nunca faltaba debajo del árbol. Me encantaba visitar las casas del vecindario y ver las decoraciones de los demás.

Una de las cosas que fue un poco confusa para mí de chica durante las navidades era la llegada de Santa Claus. Algunos Padres de mis amigos les decían que Santa no podía llegar a sus casas cada ano porque El Salvador le quedaba muy lejos. Algunos padres esperaban hasta las fiestas de los reyes magos en Enero para darle los regalos. Sus padres decían que los reyes magos están mas cerca pero les toma más tiempo porque llegan en camello.

Yo tenía mis dudas ya que Santa si me visitaba. Yo no podía entender el porqué llegaba a la casa de Tota especialmente si no me había portado tan bien.

Años después entendí que la llegada de Santa no tenía nada que ver con lo lejos que estábamos si no en la pobreza que nos rodeaba. Los padres de mis amigos no podían comprarles regalitos a sus hijos y la mejor excusa era decir que Santa estaba lejos.  Pronto entendí que mi Santa Claus era mi mama. Era ella que cada ano me mandaba algo desde  los Estados Unidos.

Gael, las cosas materiales no son todo en la vida. Una de las cosas que no me gusta de las fiestas navideñas es que el enfoque familiar se pierde con la presión de regalos. La navidad para mí significa un momento para compartir con los seres queridos, reflexión y amor. Una de las cosas que más extrañe del salvador al llegar a este país eran las fiestas navideñas. En El salvador todo era muy alegre, unido y centrado en el nacimiento del niño Jesus. Todo el mundo celebraba el nacimiento del niño Jesus el 25 de Diciembre y eso me encantaba.

Hay muchas personas alrededor del mundo que no tienes recursos para comprar regalos caros a sus hijos pero aun así son familias muy felices. La felicidad no la compra el dinero ni las cosas materiales. La felicidad se basa en los seres que te rodean y el amor que uno siente. Mis amigos nunca se molestaban porque Santa no llegaba a sus casas porque entibian que eso no era todo en el mundo. Sus padres los rodeaban de amor y eso era suficiente. Eso quiero para ti. Es posible que en nuestra vida nos falten muchas cosas pero el amor nunca te va faltar. Este año mi mejor regalo eres tú y eso no lo cambio por nada.

 

Te adora tu Mami,

 

Frida

Santa does not come here because it's too far!

24 Dec

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“I wonder if Santa is going to make it this year,” This is a question a lot of my friends in El Salvador used to ask come Christmas time.

According to some of their parents, El Salvador was too far for Santa and that’s why he couldn’t make it every year. Some parents used the 3 Reyes Magos (Three kings) holiday to delay the gifts just a little longer.

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from last year!

Too pregnant or not pregnant enough

22 Dec

6 meses
The other day I woke up angry. No good reason. Maybe it was because I’m at the point when sleeping it’s not so comfortable anymore. Yes, I know this will be the norm once the baby arrives but before he does shouldn’t women be able to sleep as much as they can? Or maybe it’s me realizing some things are not as easy as they used to be.  Something as simple as getting up from bed takes a bit of effort.

It is true; those damn hormones are a Roller coaster. One day, the Roller coaster can be up high. I feel strong, pretty, can do yoga and even catch a late movie. Another day the Roller coaster can come crashing down. I feel angry, sad, uncomfortable, sleepy and the worst powerless.  Thoughts are directed towards anything that is not going 100%, and it all becomes overwhelming.  I guess these are the times when some women turn to their partners for comfort and a simple hug can make everything better. These are the times some women go home to their husbands and lay in bed with them. These are the times when some women feel so alone in the journey and feel as if there is nowhere to turn. These are times when some women realize how they really feel.

Some of us become angry at everything around us. We weep behind close doors. We over analyze everything. Some take deep breaths, walk a little and snap out of it. Some of us feel our babies kick and that’s enough to know everything will be all right. Some of us go through every single emotion above and get on with it.

I’m not writing this because I want sympathy but mainly to vent and because I wish I heard more women say these things out loud.  Sometimes I rather not say anything because I’m afraid something bad will come from it. I feel guilty for not feeling perky and cheery all the time. I mean this is the best thing ever, right? No, it is not all the time. Yes, my son is the best part but pregnancy isn’t. It is not for everyone and women should be able to say it out loud without feeling guilty.  

Warm and fuzzy isn’t an everyday feeling during pregnancy. Maybe for some but I’m for sure not for all. I’ve learned how to validate every emotion that comes my way but also not to get stuck in it. It is never good. It is never healthy. I know women who have gone through pregnancy may say,

“Just get over it, you are pregnant and that’s just the way you are supposed to feel.”

You are supposed to be big

You are supposed to be tired

You are supposed to be emotional

I’ve also heard comments pointing out the opposite. 

Man, you still look pretty fresh.” I guess I do not look like a shit enough for a pregnant girl?

Shouldn’t you be waddling by now?

You still work out?

 Shouldn’t you be taking the stairs?

Seems you can never win. You either act too pregnant and complaint about it too much or you do not act pregnant enough and should not be doing certain things.

I say I have the right to feel, do and say whatever the hell I want to. I do think it’s important to a find a healthy way out if the process becomes too overwhelming.  Not just during pregnancy but during any time. Support, friendships and companionships can make a world of a difference.

Thinking beyond the guns

16 Dec

 Friday I woke up extremely excited because I was going to get to see my little Gael. It was time for a 32-week ultra sound. Hidden behind the excitement there’s always a fear that something may not be right.  The fears later that day went beyond his physical well-being.

When I first got pregnant I couldn’t help but to think about my sister and her baby Malaya. Malaya was born with a genetic disorder and lived three short months. Doctors did not detect anything until the baby was born. At the beginning of my pregnancy I couldn’t help but think back at the pain in my sister’s eyes when Malaya passed. I thought about the baby inside of me and how the pregnancy would be. As if the shock wasn’t enough, my fear of something going wrong also weight heavily in my mind.

Today I’m in my 8th month of pregnancy and fears still exist. Every time I go in for an ultrasound I pray nothing is wrong with my baby. Every time I feel something different I wonder if he is okay. Every time I think of the sleepless nights we will have, the pain he may feel one day when he gets sick, and the powerlessness I may feel when I have no clue on how to ease his pain.

On Friday my other fears came to light when I sat down and read about what happened in Newtown, Connecticut. Just to think of the little angels that were killed made my heart ache. I began to think about my little Gael and the violent society he will come into. I began to read people’s angry posts on social media about the gunman, gun control and politicians who do nothing about it. I was bothered by the way media was sensationalizing the story and how they plastered images of children in pain. I agree we do need better laws but guns are not the only problem here. 

When tragedies like this happen we have to look beyond the obvious. At first, I thought of the horrible trauma the kids who survived this massacre. One of the first images I saw was the one of the children walking in line and their little faces filled with horror. I was disappointed at the lack of sensibility of all those who used that image.  I thought about the parents of the 20 children who probably showed up at school praying and hoping their kid was okay. I thought about the brave teachers who died shielding their students.

I also began to think about the person who caused it and what went terrible wrong in his life to drive him to do this. He didn’t just snap and decided to kill. There’s history, cause and effect. I think about the possible red flags this individual showed to people near him, I think about this childhood, his surroundings, up bringing and possible traumas. I cannot help but to wonder how our society influenced his life and what we could’ve done better to help him. No, I’m not excusing his behavior what but we have to look beyond him grabbing those guns and senseless killing.

We MUST think about our mental health care system and ask if we are doing enough to prevent tragedies like this. What about our society? The media we feed our children, the toys we buy, the games, the sports, the movies, the music, the language, the imposed gender roles, our rape culture, the masculinity we impose on boys and the pride we take on justified killings.

We should be thinking about all of these factors that affect our society and makes us who we are. It’s not just guns that kill people. That same day a man in China stabbed 20 children. No gun necessary. Think of September 11, Kansas City bombing, the many women that die from brutal rapes and beatings, the children who die from child abuse and neglect, the elderly who die from starvation, religious massacres, genocides, and all the other violent ways we kill each other.

Yes, politicians could be doing so much more to help prevent some of these tragedies but so can we as a society. Politicians can only do so much. Changing a law isn’t enough; things need to change all around. We need to learn how to take ownership of our own responsibility and how we contribute to our violent society. We need to look deeper and think about what we can do as individuals to create change in our small circles. We can complaint, bitch and moan all we want but that’s not going to bring change. We can prepare as much as we can but can we really control what can happen? We can hug and say how much we love each other but does that bring real change?  We shouldn’t wait for a tragedy like Friday’s to remind us to hug and cherish each other.  We should do that every day!

Seeing Gael’s face on Friday was one of the happiest moments for me. I was on cloud 9 when I left the doctor’s office and couldn’t stop smiling. I was able to see his nose, lips, eyes, and his hands so clearly.  I didn’t just feel his movements but I was seeing them on screen.  I was so excited about sharing my happy moment and his photo with everyone until I learned about the tragedy. I felt bad about feeling so happy while others were in so much pain. I am fearful every day of the future and what motherhood will bring. Yesterday I was reminded that my fears are not only for his health but also for the world he will get to know once he arrives. But I am determined to do everything in my power to challenge everything around me that could potentially have a negative effect on his life. Our world is not and will never be perfect but we can do so much to make it better. 

Let us not forget the victims and heroes of this tragedy in a few weeks.  Don’t just talk or cry about it but really take action. Take time today to think about what you can do to make your world better. Be realistic but don’t live in denial and don’t just give in to what our society has to offer. SPEAK to your children and LISTEN to what they have to say. WE as individuals have so much power in our hands and we need to use it. 

 P.S.

Two good pieces about how to talk to your children.

What to tell your children- ABC Juju Chang

 Talking To Your Children About Violence Against Kids

Two great responses i read on social media worth sharing.

Morgan Freeman

“You want to know why. This may sound cynical, but here’s why.

It’s because of the way the media reports it. Flip on the news and watch how we treat the Batman theater shooter and the Oregon mall shooter like celebrities. Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris are household names, but do you know the name of a single *victim* of Columbine? Disturbed

people who would otherwise just off themselves in their basements see the news and want to top it by doing something worse, and going out in a memorable way. Why a grade school? Why children? Because he’ll be remembered as a horrible monster, instead of a sad nobody.
CNN’s article says that if the body count “holds up”, this will rank as the second deadliest shooting behind Virginia Tech, as if statistics somehow make one shooting worse than another. Then they post a video interview of third-graders for all the details of what they saw and heard while the shootings were happening. Fox News has plastered the killer’s face on all their reports for hours. Any articles or news stories yet that focus on the victims and ignore the killer’s identity? None that I’ve seen yet. Because they don’t sell. So congratulations, sensationalist media, you’ve just lit the fire for someone to top this and knock off a day care center or a maternity ward next.
You can help by forgetting you ever read this man’s name, and remembering the name of at least one victim. You can help by donating to mental health research instead of pointing to gun control as the problem. You can help by turning off the news.”

My friend Christian 

“Gun Control” is not the answer if you want to make it illegal for a citizen to own a gun. “Gun Control” is the answer if you want to revise some of legislation and guidelines in place, that would, for example, ban assault weapons, and enforce stricter background checks. Though, at the Federal level, I would argue that there is already legislation that covers that (The Violent Crime Control and Law Enforcement Act, The Brady Handgun Violence Act, The NICS Improvement Amendment).

In my opinion, “Gun Control” is simply another example of society’s way of pointing there finger away from the real issue – man.

If we take away guns, man will simply find another weapon to commit his carnage. Less victims, maybe, but the act of violence itself will not be eliminated, because it is a result of a much bigger problem: humanity’s loss of love, respect, and values. That is what is at the core of the problem.

If we put emphasis on learning to really ‘love thy neighbor’, having a respect for life and liberty, and practice living by the values and principals that build us up, rather than tear us down, then you will see that peace, equality, and balance will return into the human sphere.
Otherwise, it’s just a matter of time before man finds an alternative device to use as a weapon.
And, if history is any indication of what will follow, we only need to look back less than a century, and study the effects and outcome of Prohibition. In those days, alcohol was the scapegoat to man’s corruptive and destructive nature…
Guns are the scapegoat now, then what will be next?

Cartas a mi Bebe: Aventura Juntos

8 Dec
photo Carlos A. Gonzalez

photo Carlos A. Gonzalez

Mi Querido Gael,

Estamos en camino a California a visitar a unos muy buenos amigos. Este será mi ultimo viaje antes de tu llegada. A tu mami le gusta viajar a fin de año para descansar un poco y California es uno de mis lugares favoritos, ya que hay mucho que hacer y ver.

Este viaje será un poco diferente ya que casi llegamos a los 8 meses y algunas cosas ya no son tan cómodas. Cuando viajo me encanta caminar por las ciudades; ahora me tendré que limitar a lo que tu me permitas. Caminar por horas ya no es tan cómodo.

Acostumbrarse a los cambios no ha sido fácil. Estoy acostumbrada a salir cuando yo quiera y donde yo quiera por el tiempo que yo quiera. Y, aunque contigo todo cambia pero también espero con entusiasmo cuando podamos viajar juntos y lo disfrutes tanto como yo.

Quiero que un dia recorramos por la costa de California, comernos un postre en mi lugar favorito en San Francisco, acampemos en Yosemite, trepemos una montaña en Denver, caminar por las calles de Nueva York, comer Pizza en Chicago, escuchar Bosanova en Río de Janeiro, bañarnos en las playas de El Salvador, visitar la virgen de Guadalupe en México y conocer todos aquellos lugares que aun no conozco, juntos.

Quiero exponerte a las maravillas que el mundo ofrece y que conozcas a personas de diferentes culturas. Me encantaría que hablaras diferentes idiomas y que un dia explores el mundo tu solo. Viajar es una experiencia sin igual que yo disfruto mucho y espero que tu también.

Gael, nunca te constrinas a vivir en una cajita llena de limitaciones y miedos. La vida es una bella aventura y se debe de vivir como tal. En ocasiones tendrás que tomar decisiones difíciles, habrán veces que tomaras la incorrecta pero todo es un aprendizaje. Cada caída, cada reto, cada dolor, cada tristeza, cada dificultad que enfrentes te ayudara a crecer como ser humano.

Este año para mi ha sido todo una aventura desde el momento que me di cuenta que me enamore de tu padre hasta ahora que te siento dentro de mi. No todo ha sido color de rosa y ha habido muchas lagrimas pero me he dado cuenta que todo me ayudado a ser mas fuerte. Tu me haces mas fuerte y eso me da paz.

Viviremos la aventura de la vida juntos y eso me llena de nuevas ilusiones. Gracias por eso, mi cielo.  

Learning from Anger

2 Dec

let goHave you ever been so angry you wish your hurt on someone? You wish for just a short moment that person could feel your physical and emotional pain. Have you ever wish to hate as much as you love? You may not ever say those words out loud because you feel guilty but you do feel them. You feel like a bad person for just thinking it.  There are times in our lives when the damage done to us seems unbearable and we just want to make the person who caused it to understand, to feel how we feel. We want them to see what we see. This is anger. This is pain and it hurts.

I have been there and it is not a good place to be.

Anger can reveal so much from beneath and uncovers what we try so hard to hide.  Anger can show us the pain we avoid and the sadness we carry inside. Anger can make us bitter and doesn’t allow us grow. We cannot move forward when we are angry. We may become slaves of our emotions and bitterness, which can lead us to more pain and hurting others around us. Anger can blind us and prevent us from seeing clearly. It makes us smaller. It makes us vulnerable, weak.

As much as you want and try to make a person understand or feel how you feel it may never happen. You cannot force anyone to see or feel what you feel. You cannot change those around you or how they react to you but you can choose how you react to them. Never seek approval from anyone; all you need is your own.  If you allow it, anger will damage and break you even more. You may not be able to control the cause but we can control the effect. We have to learn how to let go. It is okay to allow yourself to feel angry but it is never healthy to stay in that place. You can consciously make the choice to remove yourself from it and do not allow it to control all your emotions.

Learn how to forgive and let go.  Don’t blame yourself for something that may be out of your hands. Do take accountability for those things you did but learn how to forgive yourself. I’ve learned that anger is never against just one person but also towards our selves. We get angry for being vulnerable, for giving in and for feeling weak. There are times no one else can hurt us as much as we can hurt ourselves but we can stop it. Accept you are human, you are not perfect and no one around you will ever be.

Self-forgiveness is essential for self-healing.  Not too long ago I heard the wonderful Sandra Cisneros said, “Process your wounds.” This is so true. Find what can help you process those wounds. My healing involves writing. It helps me release the rage I may be holding in and helps me to let go. Find your process. Allow yourself to feel angry, if it makes you feel better have a good cry then drop it. Drop it and move on. 

Traveling while pregnant + Cali photos!

30 Nov

Every year I like to take a trip on my own to getaway from the daily routine. Under normal circumstances I love traveling to new cities but this time I wanted to visit two good friends I do not get to see often. Liz and Carlitos are very dear to me and I wanted to see them before Gael’s arrival. I flew into LA to visit Liz then flew to San Francisco to see Carlitos. I love California! There’s so much to see and explore.

I knew traveling with a belly of nearly 8 months would make the experience different but I didn’t anticipate how much. I’m so used to just getting up and walking everywhere but this time walking just made things a bit of a struggle. I hate it. I keep telling myself to keep going but my body says otherwise. And then it hits me I’m not only carrying a baby inside my belly but my body is working twice as hard. There are so many things that have become an effort and it gets to be a little frustrating for someone who is not used to sitting still. Getting out of a freaking car for god sake took some effort, tossing and turning in bed takes some maneuvering and walking becomes a bit scary when your belly begins to harden. Now, I realize those were actually Braxton hicks contractions, ooops! I will never understand how women do it more than once or twice. I’m looking forward to Gael’s arrival but also waiting to give my body the bit of normalcy it desperately needs.

I am glad I took this trip and much-needed time away from work though. It has been refreshing to getaway and not worry about anything but having to walk. Traveling always gives me much-needed perspective on things that may not be going my way. It is also my time to look back at the year and think about everything that happened. It has been quite the year!!  It is also great to catch up with friends I do not see often. Both Liz and Carlitos were very sweet and accommodating. The food is always amazing in Cali, the weather was perfect, and the sites are never boring. 

This trip is also a realization of how much things will change next year once Gael arrives. It is a bit scary but also exciting to think about all the great things we can do together. I think of all the trips I want to take him on and all the things I would like for him to explore. I do not want him to grow up in a box limited to his surroundings. I want him to experience life and have a bit of an adventurous spirit like his Mami.  I can already see myself traveling to Europe with a curious Gael beside me or hiking up a mountain somewhere in central America or jumping off a plane with him once he is old enough. Life will change and become a new adventure with him by my side.

Here are a few photos from the trip. If you like nature be sure to visit Muir Woods in San Francisco. It’s a great disconnect and relaxing—you’ll love it even more if you love taking pictures. I’ve also included some of the photos from the belly shoot Carlitos did for me. It was my first time taking photos in a studio and it was so much fun. The end result was lovely. 

Cartas a mi Bebe: Tu primera fiesta con tus tias

21 Nov

English Letter

Mi Querido Gael,

Ayer tuvimos la primera fiesta en tu honor y fue todo un éxito gracias al montón de Tías que pronto conocerás. Este grupo de mujeres maravillosas ya te tienen muy pero muy mimado. Tengo la suerte de tener grandes ejemplos de mujeres fuertes, independientes, inteligentes y sumamente amorosas así que tendrás que acostumbrarte a estar rodeado de estas amazonas.

Recuerdo que un dia tu padre me dijo que yo no era normal y creo que hasta llego a decirme que parecía que era de otro planeta, creo que lo dijo porque me gusta hacer  cosas fuera de lo normal y en ocasiones prefiero ir en contra lo tradicional. No lo aceptara pero estoy segura que esto fue lo que le gusto de tu mami.

Te digo esto porque tu fiesta o “baby shower” fue justo así. El tema fue “El Dia de los Muertos” que para mi significa una celebración de vida. . Me imagino que para algunos la idea es un poco morbosa y extraña pero a mi me pareció apropiada para celebrar esta pancita llena de vida y amor.

Las decoraciones fueron muy coloridas y alegres, la comida tenia un toque Salvadoreño, Mexicano, y Americano  como tu y la creatividad de tus tías no pudo faltar.

No hubo juegos como suelen haber en los baby showers tradicionales. Pero esta condicion y encargarme yo misma de algunas de la decoraciones fueron mis condiciones a tus Tías para tener la fiesta.

La única activad fue que estas mujeres maravilla decoraran tu ropita y, como lo esperaba el resultado fue de mucha creatividad y humor.

Gael, al mirar el cariño que de tus tías, me doy cuenta que el amor nunca te faltara, y siempre ten en mente que tu normal no tiene que ser como el normal de los demás. Lo normal es lo que tu sientes no lo que otros imponen. Tu normal es lo que te hace vibrar y apasiona. Tu normal es lo que te define, lo que te llena y sobre todas las cosas lo que hace feliz. Mi normal mi cielo ahora eres tu y no sabes lo feliz que me hace.

Te adora

Tu mami fuera de lo normal

P.D. Esta solo fue tu primera fiesta, ¡Prepárate! ya que tu abuela Dora también te esta preparando una!

The things I hear while pregnant!

7 Nov

It is always interesting to hear what will come out of people’s mouth when they see my belly. For the most part, I just laugh about it but there are other times when I just wonder about people’s logic behind their comments or questions.

My suggestion if you know anyone that is pregnant, think before you speak because you never know what kind of day she may be having. You don’t know her situation. You have no idea how easy or how hard the change has been for her. You do not know her story, her ups or downs, her comfort or discomfort, her pains, her fears, her boundaries… You just never know!

Here are few things I’ve heard while pregnant. This should give you a good giggle  or two! 

 

I didn’t know you were married.”

“Oh, so who is the father?”

 “oh hey, is the father involved?”

 “I didn’t you know you were dating anyone.”

 “so, are you and the father moving in?”

“show me a picture of the baby daddy.”

“do i know him?”

 “oh that must be though.”

“how are you going to do it alone?”

“I didn’t think you wanted kids.”

 “how are you going to do it?”

“you are REALLY showing now.”

“Wow, you are looking more and more pregnant.”

“oh look at you, you ARE pregnant!”

“by the looks of it, you are having a girl.”

“are you nervous about having a boy?”

“what did you really want? (boy or girl)

“you know you are going to be more than 150 pounds, right?”

“oh you look different.”

“can I touch your boobs?”

“Wow, you boobs are really getting big.”

“don’t you wish you could keep those (referencing the boobs)?

 “let me tell you about my labor pains.”

“You still work out?”

“is Alejandro the father?”

“You know you are going to need a two bedroom apartment now.”

 “Please sit in the front seat.”

“Can you fit back there?”

“Are you sure you can carry that bag?”

“Here, eat more.”

“You have to eat for two now.”

Te he soñado

6 Nov

Te he soñado

chiquito

Piel canela

Ojos oscuros

Pelo café

Labios grandes como los míos

Piernitas flacas… largas como las de tu padre

 

Te he soñado

Con una piel suavecita

Con unas manitos calidas

Con un aliento profundo

Con una mirada penetrante

Con un aire refrescante

 

Te he soñado

Travieso

Inquieto

Preguntón

Curioso

Amoroso

 

Te he soñado

Con un “no se que” que me llena

Un “no se que” que me hace sonreír cuando mas lo necesito

Un “no se que” que me recuerda que vamos a estar bien

Un “no se que” que me mima cuando estoy llorando

Un “no se que” que me vuelve loca y me adora

 

Te he soñado

Con abrazos cariñosos

Con besos de azúcar

Con amor y ternura

 

Te he soñado

Con melancolía

Con miedos e ilusiones

Con retos y alegrías

Con amarguras y felicidades

Con inquietudes y entusiasmos

 

Te he soñado

Con el alma y el corazón en la mano

Y con un amor inmenso, y maravilloso que llena todos mis rincones vacíos

Te he soñado mi cielo y te espero.

Cartas a mi Bebe: Ya escogí tu nombre

1 Nov

Mi querido Bebe,

Tu nombre será Gael. Lo escogí porque siempre me a gustado, es fuerte y encantador como tu.

Ya casi llegamos a los 7 meses y todo va muy bien. Estas creciendo y cada dia eres mas activo. Es verdaderamente impresionante ver como creces cada semana. La ultima vez que tu Papi te toco te volviste loco! Empezaste a moverte tan pronto su mano acaricio mi estomago. Fue como si lo reconocieras

Anoche me toco tomar fotos en una boda y no pude evitar emocionarme cuando el novio bailo con su Madre y vi el gran amor que los dos se expresaban. Poco después me puse a bailar y creo que te emocionaste porque te movías conmigo. Me imagine cuando esta pancita se convierta en mi pareja de baile que tanto esperado. Así que, ¡prepárate ya! porque tendrás que aguantar la vergüenza de tener que bailar con tu madre.

Me entusiasma pensar en primeros momentos que ojala la vida me permita compartir contigo. Me pregunto como será la primera vez que te vea y escuche tu llanto. La primera vez que te vea tu Papi. La primera noche que pases conmigo. Sueno con la primera vez que me digas Mami, o que pronuncies mi nombre, tus primeros pasos. La primera vez que te eches a correr como loco y yo detrás tratando que protegerte. La primera vez que te subas a una bicicleta. Imagino los días en los cuales el solo escuchar tu sonrisita, recibir uno de tus abrazos y besos serán la mejor medicina para cualquier mal.

También pienso en la primera vez que te enfermes y no sepa que hacer para aliviar tus llanto. La primera vez que te enamores y la primera vez que me digas que te han quebrado el corazón. Me imagino la primera vez que me preguntes porque Papi no vive con nosotros. Y en la primera vez que tengamos que enfrentar una separación.

Gael, quiero que sepas que a pesar de que nuestro hogar no será tradicional como el de muchos de tus amiguitos nunca faltara amor. Hare todo lo que este a mi alcance para siempre estar presente en las buenas y en las malas.  Tu ahora eres mi mas grande tesoro y mi refugio cuando estoy triste. Te agradezco por darme pataditas cuando estoy llorando y recordarme que todo va estar bien. Gracias por darme las fuerzas que nunca pensé tener. Gracias por hacerme sentir plena como nunca nadie.

Te adora,

Tu Mami

Cartas a mi Bebe: 6 meses, tus movimientos y algo mas

14 Oct

Mi querido Bebe,

Ya cumpliste 6 meses en mi pancita y cada semana creces más. Estas igual de largo que un pie. Esta semana pude ver una de tus pataditas y fue algo emocionante. Creo que saldrás bailador como tu papa y yo pues te mueves un montón.

A tu Papi le gusta mucho bailar al igual que a mí. El baile y pláticas largas fueron los culpables de la conquista. Es un hombre muy trabajador, inteligente, un poco terco pero con un carisma sin igual. Somos opuestos en muchas cosas pero creo que eso tuvo mucho que ver con la atracción mutua. No entrare en detalles sobre nuestra relación porque quiero tenerte enfrente cuando lo haga. Solo quiero que sepas que tu Papi te espera con mucha ilusión y se muere de ganas de conocerte como yo.

Te diré que nuestra relación nunca fue ni será perfecta. Para serte sincera no creo en la perfección ni en relaciones que aparentan serlo. Si creo en el amor que dos personas pueden sentir sin importar lo que les rodea. Dicen que cuando te llega el amor ni cuenta te das y aunque trates de pelear su existencia no ganaras.

Eso mismo me paso contigo y ahora solo pienso en lo hermoso que es sentirte.  Cuando te mueves se siente como si un pez nadara dentro de mí y de vez en cuando tus movimientos se intensifican. Desde que pude ver tu patadita espero con ansias la próxima vez que lo hagas. Es una maravilla pensar que en menos de 4 meses podré tenerte en mis brazos.

Durante el último ultra sonido pude ver como habrías y cerrabas tu boquita. Tengo video para que un día lo puedas ver. También, pude ver tu perfil en tercera dimensión y fue impresionante. Y lo mejor de todo, me dijeron que eres un varón.  No me sorprendí mucho ya que te me habías aparecido en mis sueños como tal. Desde el comienzo del embarazo te soné como un varoncito. La gente me pregunta si tenía preferencia pero para ser honesta no, la alegría hubiese sido la misma si fueras niñas.

Criar un varón es algo que me entusiasma pues tengo tantas cosas que me gustaría enseñarte pero sé que también habrá muchos retos. Me alivia un poco el hecho que estarás rodeado de muy buenos modelos de hombres y hare todo lo que esté a mi alcance por inculcar los buenos valores que mi Mama me enseño a mí. También se que tu Papi hará lo mismo.

Te prometo que para la próxima carta que te escriba tendré tu nombre escogido.

 

Te adora,

Tu Mami

Lack of Normalcy, tears, respect and kicks

10 Oct

Days like today make normalcy feel so far away making it a wishful thought lost in reality.

There is nothing normal about pregnancy. Everything, I mean absolutely everything, is out of whack. Today, I was running late for a flight and for a second I forgot I was carrying a little person inside me and began to run. Soon I realized running is not something that comes easy anymore and heavy breathing becomes an automatic reaction.  Who the heck am I? And why the hell am I breathing like I just ran a freaking marathon? This sucks. This is not fun and is certainly not warm and freaking fuzzy all the time.  I adore my kid and everything he makes me feel but I must be honest- I do not love pregnancy.

Just last week I had one of the most embarrassing moments of my career as I approached a podium to present an award to the Houston Chronicle at an event. Just before my turn, a survivor shared her story and her words, like those from many other survivors who I’ve worked with, touched me. No difference there except this time around I’m pregnant.  As soon as I reached the podium a knot began to form in my throat and yes, you guessed it- I began to tear up for no damn reason. I was in shock because I’m not a person who likes to cry in public and in my nearly 5 years of working with survivors this had never happened. Embarrassment is an understatement.  I kept looking down at my belly and wanted to say, “WTH Kid, seriously? This is when you decide to make me cry?”

Crying in public becomes a big deal when you work with a group of women who rarely share their emotions out in the open. No, this doesn’t mean we are dead inside but we just rather share those emotions in a different forum and comfort. For some I think it’s embarrassing, other may associate crying with weakness and vulnerability. I rather do in the privacy of my home, with my pillow or on a friendly shoulder but definitely NOT in front of more than 50 people. I don’t have a problem with crying but I’m used to controlling when and where it happens. I believe crying can help us heal, cope and survive. It makes us feel more human.  It just sucks when you cannot control it. This is the first time hormones (the emotional crappy ones) take over and I’m afraid this will not be the last time.

 I’ve always had respect for women in general but now that respect has been taken to another level. The changes a woman must go through during pregnancy are beyond comprehension and truly remarkable. I think of my grandmother who gave birth to 7 children, my mother who raised my brother and I on her own, my sister who lost her baby Malaya, my friend Concepcion who had several miscarriages before giving birth to her little girl, my friend Roxy who had a rough pregnancy because of her health, my friend Jessica who gave birth to twins, and all the women who wish more than anything to have a child but are not able. I also think of those who chose not to. I have so much more respect for every single one of them.

There are so many other things that make me feel so far from normalcy but if everything was normal I wouldn’t be able to feel the kicks and flutters inside my stomach.  Calmness takes over when I see my belly move and the kid reacts to my touch. I imagine a voice saying, “Everything will be okay Mommy.” I smile and suddenly abnormal doesn’t feel so bad after all. 

A certain kind of love, not according to plan!

1 Oct

Earlier this year I watched an episode of Private Practice that really moved me. Addison talked to her therapist about how she felt about adopting her little boy.  She talked about how much time she spent looking for a man, a certain kind of love and how for the first time she felt like she found it. She found that love in the little boy she adopted.

In life, we wait and at times search for a love that looks and feels a certain way. We wish, we dream and hope of the day we will get to feel that love. I don’t think I’ve met the love of my life but for the first time I feel a love that fulfills me unlike anything else. A certain kind of love, not according to plan!  

Yes, I am having a baby and I’ve never felt happier. I will admit it took a bit to come to terms with this huge life change. No, it wasn’t warm and fuzzy at the beginning. It was all very shocking and terrifying. I have never felt so scared in my life. I am in my 30’s and this wasn’t “according to plan.”

I kept thinking, there’s a baby inside of me.  A life. A heart beating other than my own. I was not excited and felt so guilty about it. I remember apologizing to my kid everyday for not feeling motherly or getting excited like pregnant women are “supposed” to. At the beginning of my pregnancy, I used to hate seeing pregnant women smiling around me. I kept asking myself, why are they so happy? And why don’t I feel the same? I’m not afraid to say this because that’s just how I felt.  I wished I heard more women say these things out loud. I felt pressured to feel differently but it shouldn’t be this way. It was my right to feel whatever I needed to feel and I had to validate every emotion. I needed time to grieve and let go of a type of life and begin preparing for a new one.

I adapted to the changes in my body. I accepted it was no longer just mine but now I was sharing it with my little one. “The kid kidnapped my body,” I used to tell my friends. Frida was no longer in complete control. It felt as if the kid decided for me. The kid decided what we ate or couldn’t eat. I no longer love eggs for breakfast or beefy meals. The kid decides when we sleep. I cannot stay up pass 10:30pm. I miss my late nights with Nightline, David Letterman and Jimmy Kimmel. The kid decides when I wake up. I wake up every morning around 5am to go pee. When you are pregnant you can’t help it! The kid decides when I’m tired. I cannot take long runs without taking breaks plus it feels a bit weird to run with my belly. I’m not the driver anymore and it’s going to be this way for a very long time!

Warm and fuzzy didn’t take long. I felt it when I saw the kid moving and sucking the thumb.  Feeling a life inside of me is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. I still do not quite understand how it all works out.

The kid succeeded and made me fall deeply in love. All I think about is this kid and the day we get to meet.  I am excited because I’ve realized this love is unconditional and everlasting. I cannot say the same about any relationship I’ve had or will ever have with any man.  This relationship will never be compared to any other and I’m looking forward to it. I am in love! I thank this kid for revolutionizing my life, shaking my core and introducing me to happiness foreign to me. I thank the kid for not being according to plan and I thank the kid for becoming my warm and fuzzy. I thank this kid for being that love I was waiting for. 

I do not feel guilty anymore. Who cares if this isn’t according to plan or the way society says it’s supposed to happen. I’ve always hated the way things are “supposed” to be anyway, why should this be any different? My according to plan is not like everyone one else’s and I’m okay with that.

Cartas a Mi Bebe. Empiezo por presentarme: Soy tu futura Mamá

22 Sep

English

Mi querido Amor,

Primero que nada, quiero agradecer por todas estas cosas que me estás haciendo sentir. Es verdaderamente increíble lo que una personita tan chiquitita puede revolucionar en el cuerpo de una mujer.

 Segundo, quiero que conozcas un poco de esta mujer que ahora te escribe. Mi nombre es Frida, tu Mami. Seré honesta, tengo un carácter fuerte, soy terca y un poco alocada.  Soy una mujer muy activa y aventurera, así que ¡prepárate para una vida con mucho que hacer! Me apasionan las causas sociales y te aviso desde ahora que creo firmemente en el feminismo. Esto no significa que la mujer sea mejor que el hombre pero que creo en la igualdad y respeto mutuo. 

Te quiero pedir perdón por mi  estado de “shock” y desconexión cuando me di cuenta de tu existencia. Fuiste una gran sorpresa para alguien que por lo general siempre ha tenido las cosas en orden. Nunca nadie me había dejado sin defensas como tú lo hiciste y necesite tiempo procesar todas las emociones. 

Fue un poco difícil asimilar que mi cuerpo ya no era solo mi cuerpo y por lo menos por los próximos 9 meses tenía que compartirlo contigo. Ahora me doy cuenta que mi cuerpo es mas tuyo que mío. Tuve que entender que no todo el tiempo tendré el control de las cosas.

 Tienes terqueda como yo y cuando te propones algo, lo consigues. Te propusiste revolucionar mi vida, conquistarme y enamorarme locamente. No supe cómo darte lucha y me ganaste. Todo cambio desde aquel día que escuche tu corazoncito.  Descubrí desde entonces que tienes mucho carisma y no te ibas a dar por vencido hasta recibir la atención merecida.

Me conquistaste con tus habilidades de chupar tu dedo, con tus movimientos a los 4 meses y medio, y con ese corazoncito que siento cada vez que pongo música. Lo lograste y ahora estoy profundamente enamorada de ti.  Siempre he tratado de entender el amor que una madre siente por un hijo pero nunca fue tan claro, y simple como ahora.

Mi cielo, te pido mucha paciencia. Soy primeriza en estas cosas y sé que tengo mucho que aprender. Tienes que saber que no todo será perfecto y que cometeré errores pero nunca dudes que te amo profundamente.

Mi meta en la vida es ser la mejor madre que puedas tener y no me daré por vencida hasta conseguirlo. Me entusiasma mucho pensar en todo lo que podré compartir contigo y todas las aventuras que viviremos juntos.  También, pienso en los momentos llenos de lagrimas, noches largas y difíciles. Tienes que saber que esos también forman parte de la vida y nos hacen más fuerte. 

Te doy la bienvenida con los brazos y corazón bien abiertos. Eres sin duda alguna el gran amor de mi vida.

 

Te Adora,

Tu Mami

 

Letters to my Baby: I begin by introducing myself, I am your future Mother

22 Sep

Spanish

My dear love,  

First of all, I want to thank you for everything you are making me feel. It is incredible what a person so small can revolutionize in a woman’s body.

Secondly, I want you to know a bit about the woman writing this letter. My name is Frida, your mommy. I will be honest, I have a strong character, and I’m stubborn and at times a bit crazy. I’m a very active and adventurous woman, so get ready for a very active life! I’m passionate about social causes and firmly believe in feminism. Feminism to me doesn’t mean I believe women are better than men but I believe in equality and mutual respect.

I want to apologize for my state of shock and disconnect when I first found out about your existence. You were a big surprise for someone that is used to having things in order. No one had ever left me defenseless like you did. I needed time to process all my emotions.

It was a bit hard to grasp the idea that my body was no longer just mine and that at least for the next 9 months I would have to share it with you. Now I realize my body is more yours than mine. I had to adapt and understand I will not always be in control.

It seems you are stubborn and determined to get what you want. You were determined to revolutionize my life, conquered me and make me fall in love with you. I didn’t know how to put up a fight and you won. Everything changed the day I heard your heart beating. It was then I realized how charming you really are and you were not going to give up until you got the attention you rightly deserved.

You charmed me with your thumb-sucking abilities, your movements at 4 and half months, and that little heart of yours I feel every time I play music. You did it! Now, I’m deeply in love with you. Understand a mother’s love for a child has never been so clear and simple as now.

My love, I ask you for patience. I’m a first timer and I know I have a lot to learn. You have to know that everything will not always be perfect and I will make mistakes along the way but never doubt how much I love you.  My life goal is to be the best mother you can have and I’m determined to do all that I can to achieve this. It excites me to imagine moments we will share and adventures we can experience. I also think about moments filled with tears, long and difficult nights. Just know that these are also part of life and make us stronger.

I welcome you with open arms and a wide-open heart. You are with out a doubt the love my life had been waiting for.

Love,

Your mother. 

Sometimes we just have to learn how to adapt

19 Sep

Change can be a bitch sometimes especially if it’s a change you didn’t see coming. The last 5 months have been quite interesting for me and will continue to be this way for a very long time. Life always has a way of reminding us “according to plan” will not always be the rule. You have no option but to adapt and learn how to survive with those changes. These changes can surprise you but have the potential to bring you so much joy and happiness. I’ve adapted and I couldn’t be happier. Rebelling against it can be a waist of time and you begin to miss out the good stuff. Learn how to let go and learn how to adapt.

Be on the look out for a special letter being published on La Voz this week that clarifies what I’m talking about. I will post the English version here on Friday.

If there’s major changes going on in your life that are beyond your control stop trying to fight it, learn how to adapt, embrace them and find the goodness in them. I promise there will always be goodness.

If “he’s just not that into to you” find someone who is

12 Sep

It is simple; maybe “he’s just not that into you.”

A bit hard to swallow but could definitely be the issue. We try and try to make excuses, “why he didn’t call?” “Why he is too busy?” “Why he is not ready?” or “its too soon.” At the end of the day the hardest answer but the one that comes closer to the truth is that he may not be that into to you!  This is the title of a book I’m reading… Don’t ask me why!!!

On my way back home from Vegas I open the little black book by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo, “he’s just not that into you.” You may also remember the movie!

This is the same book I stopped reading months ago because it was just too brutally honest but I’ve realized brutal honesty can really work and shake the idiot out of you. The secret is not rocket science but is based on logic, instincts and simplicity.

Yes, I have been there, waiting for the call, hoping things will change, wishing things were different and settling for much less than what I deserve.  I was that girl. I was like one of those girls that wrote to Greg- so hung up on someone who plain and simple wasn’t that interested. I’m not that embarrassed to admit it because I’m not that girl anymore. I refuse to be.

Let me tell you about the book, it’s a very interesting and honest take on dating.  Three words describe its content: Honest plain and simple! Greg describes it as getting the excuses out of the closet, excuses he makes or you make on his behalf for not being with you or paying too much attention. One of the first things that caught my eye is the description of the man every woman has probably dated. The guy, who is too tired, too stressed, too scared or too focused. The guy who you may describe as complicated is simply someone making excuses or maybe you are making excuses for him.

“People are inspired to do remarkable things to find and to be with the one they love” (Greg) If he likes you, he will find a minute to let you know he’s thinking of you. This may come in the form of a call, text message, email, facebook message or now a day a “poke.”

Every chapter of the book offers a realization to something so simple we make tend to complicate. Dating shouldn’t be so complicated.

“If he really likes you, he will ask you out. No, its not that you intimidate him. Its not that he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship or that he wants to take it slow. He’s just not that into you. If you can find him, then he can find you. If he really wants to, he will.”

He’s just not that into you if he’s not calling you. “ Yes, life is crazy busy and shit happens but “lets not forget men are never too busy to get what they want. If he really wants you, he will call. “ (Greg)

“Let him call you. Don’t give him a chance to reject you again” (Greg)

If he’s not willing to call you his girlfriend, he is really not worth your time. There was a time in my life where I accepted this, the “were kind of dating but not really my boyfriend.” I was introduced as the “friend.” The friend he spent almost every day with for more than a year. Yes, I’m ashamed to say I was that girl.

If he’s not dating you, run the other way and never settle for less than what you want and deserve. It’s never better than nothing.

Look for… “The guy who wants you, calls you, makes you feel sexy and desired fully. … The guy who wants to see you more often.” (Greg)

The butterflies do exist and that guy is out there… somewhere (I hope!) He will be smitten by you and will not be afraid to let you know how he feels. He will shower you with compliments, introduce you to his friends, be delighted when you introduce him to yours, dance with you even he has no clue how to do it, take a minute off his busy day to let you know he is thinking of you, respect your space, watch a chick flick with you, try desserts even if he doesn’t have a sweet tooth, and much more. Yes, he will do this and more. And you know that “sweep you off your feet” feeling? You will feel it when you least expected.

If he is really into to you, you will be the only girl he desires and will not be able to keep his hands off of you. He will take his time while undressing you and will always want the lights on. He will want to admire, taste and feel every corner of your body. He will tell you how beautiful you are and amazingly you taste. His jaw will drop the minute you allow him to see you naked. You will become his goddess

The guy who is having or wanting to have sex with someone else is not this guy.  Always believe a man when he says he can’t be exclusive. He means it and will not tell you when he decides to jump into someone’s bed. He won’t tell you when he invites a new girl over. He won’t tell you when he takes trips with her either. Eventually, his stupidity will let you find out and when you do you will find yourself disappointment not just in him but also in yourself for allowing it and accepting it.  He will claim its just sex but for you it will never be just sex. There will be times when you will forgive him but you will never forget. And eventually you will have a hard time forgiving yourself for doing it.

And then break ups happen. Break ups happen for a reason and they should be definitive.

“Don’t sleep with the ex no matter how good “make up” sex may be.” (Greg) Don’t lie to yourself things won’t change. The sex may be good, but the relationship will not change. He will not change and don’t ever try changing him.

And if he asks you wait for when he’s ready, don’t. If he is not ready now, he may not sure if you are the one.

“… Go find someone who doesn’t need a decade or two to realize you’re the best thing that ever happened to him… look for the guy who can’t wait to love you” (Greg)

Dating sucks when you date someone who is not that into you. “Shitty relationships make your feel shitty.” (Greg) Dating is wonderful when you have someone who really wants to get to know you, be part of your life and wants you to be part of his.

Both Greg and Liz give refreshing remarks at the end of the book…

“ I believe in love the verb, not the noun. I believe in letting the woman I love know I love her all the time with my actions…. Profound love is uplifting, joyous, inspiring and intoxicating… never settle for less. Free yourself from relationships that are beneath you” (Greg)

“What woman couldn’t use a man (like Greg) in her ear reminding her that’s she’s smart and valuable and worthy and gorgeous and deserving of everything she ever wanted?” (Liz)

We shouldn’t have to read this type of book to realize we all deserve the very best. We all deserve to be swept off our feet, feel those stupid butterflies in our stomach and feel completely adored. If he is not that into you, you shouldn’t be either. Allow yourself to find someone that is. He is out there waiting for you!!

Compassion and 9.11

10 Sep

It was my sophomore year at Southwest Texas, now Texas State, in San Marcos when I woke up to get ready for my first class and saw my roommates gathered in the living room in front of the TV. At first, I thought it was a movie but then realized it was live TV. Smoke was coming out of one of towers, Diana Sawyer and Charlie Gibson were trying to make sense of the images when the second plane hit.  I started to flip channels and for some reason felt it even more real when I heard the voices of Jorge Ramos and Maria Elena Salinas on Univision. Something horrible was happening.

I walked back to my room a bit confused and finished getting ready. I guess it was my attempt to feel normal during the chaos in progress. It was impossible to feel normal when I walked to class, the air that day felt different and the faces of the students were not the same. Students were running trying to get to a TV to see what was going on in NY. There were a lot of empty classrooms that day.

We sat in the student center and watched people jump out of the towers. I sat there and prayed for a miracle and had a senseless feeling of hope that maybe just maybe one of them would survive the fall. No one did. Everyone stood there watching at awe as the first tower went down like dust.

Some students were crying others were too shocked to even move or react. I don’t remember my reaction just everyone else’s.

When I first came to this country I rebelled against having to learn U.S. history. I had a hard time understanding it and to be honest I didn’t have much appreciation for it then because I didn’t grew up in the U.S. I did not feel like this was my country.

I believe history has a much greater meaning when we become part of it. There’s a difference between having to learn everything from a Textbook than actually experiencing it.  For the first time that Tuesday morning I felt part of it.  Although thousands of miles away I was living, breathing, feeling, and could almost touch history. This was my country as much as it was to the American born here.

That was 10 years ago. A Lifetime. A decade. A moment of change. A day we will always remember.

I will always remember and cherish the compassion born that day. For me, that is the legacy of that horrible day.

Compassion of every hero that ran in while others were running out… first responders

Compassion of those who lost their life trying to save another… flight 93

Compassion of silent victims/survivors with no name and no voice… immigrants

Compassion of every person to stood up and helped another… citizens

Compassion to every person who lost a loved one… families

Compassion to unite, help, heal, move forward and always remember what happened… our country

On this day and everyday lets remember to always show compassion, and respect to one another. There is so much going on in our country right now that we tend to forget what true compassion really is. Define it. Look for it. Embrace and never forget the power and impact it has in our lives.

Do something compassionate today. Show compassion to someone. This is the best way to pay tribute, always remember and never forget what happened that 9/11.

Take a look at this great campaign paying tribute to 9/11 through service. What will you do?

Sexo, pudor y lágrimas

5 Sep

En algunas relaciones así suele pasar y en este preciso orden.

Primero viene el sexo delicioso, refrescante, excitante, de momento, sin pensar, apasionado, curioso, nuevo, pícaro y todas esas otras formas imposibles de describir con palabras.

No hablo de noviazgos largos ni relaciones establecidas, hablo de momentos, instantes cuando nuestro instinto nosgana, sentimos, hacemos y no pensamos.

Luego, a algunos les llega el pudor y comienzan las preguntas: ¿Qué hice? ¿Qué hicimos? ¿Qué pasó? ¿Cómo pasó? ¿Por qué pasó? ¿Será bueno? ¿Malo? ¿Qué va pensar?

Y puede que aparezca el bendito remordimiento acompañado de dudas y un poco de vergüenza. Aquí es cuando uno tiende a despertar y cuando tiene la oportunidad de poner las cartas sobre la mesa si es que no lo ha hecho. Desafortunadamente es también aquí cuando la fantasía de aquel momento puede que acabe y la realidad es muy diferente.

Y, de vez en cuando, si no te cuidas, las lágrimas te sorprenden. Éstas llegan cuando sin darnos cuenta involucramos las emociones sin antes inspeccionar el territorio que pisamos y el metiche corazón entra donde no lo han invitado. Llega la desilusión sin fundamentos, la decepción de una misma por tener expectativas sin razón. Todo esto pasa cuando nos damos cuenta de que para nosotras no fue sólo sexo. Es entonces cuando las lágrimas nos sorprenden, nos duelen y nos dejan sin aire.

Eso de sólo sexo no es fácil para todo el mundo y puede llegar a ser peligroso si una no está preparada.

No hace mucho pregunté por medio de la red social Facebook, si se podía tener sexo sin emoción o amor. Contrario a lo que asumimos generalmente, muchas mujeres contestaron que sí y algunas de las respuestas de los hombres decían lo contrario.

¿Es amor?

Por lo general, ambos sexos coincidieron en que sí se puede tener sexo sin consecuencias emocionales.

Pero la sociedad nos dice que, por lo general, es mas fácil que un hombre tenga este tipo de encuentros, en cambio para una mujer es mas difícil no mezclar ambas cosas. ¿Por qué? ¿Porque la mujer piensa con el corazón y el hombre con otra cosa? Esto es lo que decimos siempre, ¿no?

Vivimos en una sociedad que aplaude o excusa al hombre cada vez que tiene este tipo de conquistas: “Ése sí es hombre”, o “así son los hombres”. En cambio, la mujer que hace lo mismo es crucificada y juzgada: “Ésa es facilita,” “una dama no hace eso,” “una mujer decente no anda de loca”…

¿Por qué no aplaudimos o crucificamos por igual? Yo creo que ambos sexos son muy capaces de tener este tipo de encuentros, pero no lo promocionaran de la misma forma. Si bien tener la capacidad no significa que lo harán.

El hombre tal vez no tiene miedo a reconocer que sí porque sabe que la sociedad lo acepta y lo ve como normal; la mujer lo pensará dos veces ya que para ella el resultado puede ser muy diferente.

Sin embargo, me niego a creer que no haya hombres capaces o interesados en tener encuentros que vayan más allá del sexo. Me atrevo a decir que conozco por lo menos a uno que no lo haría y eso no lo hace menos hombre, como muchos lo describirían. Simplemente se rehúsa a tener ese tipo de intimidad con alguien sin que haya sentimiento.

También conozco mujeres que sí lo han hecho y describen el momento como algo carnal, pasional, físico y nada mas. Pero aunque los tiempos cambian y las mujeres nos hemos liberado en muchas cosas, desafortunadamente las presiones sociales siguen muy presentes.

Protección

Si decidimos tener sexo solamente hagamos el esfuerzo de cuidarnos, no solo físicamente sino también emocionalmente.  Por lo general, en la vida protegernos es natural y lo hacemos sin pensarlo. Nos pasa cuando viajamos a un país extraño, al comprar un auto nuevo o simplemente al hacer una compra.

No te metas en la alcoba de alguien sin antes entender bien las posibilidades del después. Infórmate bien antes de invertir tu tiempo, energía y posiblemente emociones. Aprende a protegerte y cuida tus intereses como haces con todo lo demás.

No es necesario que te limites ni mucho menos que te cierres a posibilidades. Al contrario, explora abiertamente las opciones, date la oportunidad y aventúrate. No tengas miedo a viajar a un país extraño, y si te pierdes pide direcciones sin vergüenza.

Si sexo es lo único que buscas, no tengas miedo a decirlo en voz alta pero también ten claro lo que la otra persona busca. Ten claros tus sentimientos, lo que tú buscas y lo que no quieres. No pierdas tu tiempo con alguien que quiere algo diferente a ti ni tampoco trates de cambiarlo.

Las relaciones no tienen que ser tan complicadas, confusas ni decepcionantes.

Reglas claras

Las complicaciones, y las lágrimas, suceden cuando no establecemos reglas o no tenemos claro dónde estamos. Asumir que sabemos lo que la otra persona piensa, quiere y espera nos puede traer muchos problemas y es cuando las decepciones pasan.

Espera todo de ti misma, pero no esperes un mundo de otra persona. Sé que tal vez suena un poco idealista pero no es imposible. Practícalo y veras la fuerza y confianza que te dará.  Entiende bien tus limitaciones y las de la otra persona. No tengas expectativas; el no tenerlas te protege, y si te decepcionan te va doler pero no te destruirá.

Evita las lágrimas a toda costa. Pero nunca sientas que tienes que conformarte con menos y tampoco regales todo tu mundo de una sola vez. Confía en ti, tu fuerza y poder de decidir.

 

El bendito amor!

28 Aug

Creer en el amor se vuelve un poco difícil cuando te han quebrado el corazón varias veces. Difícil cuando te dejan vacío, ahogado en dolor, decepción y rabia. Difícil cuando te das cuenta que el amor que tu sentías nunca se comparo con el que sintieron por ti y que viviste en una fantasía pasajera. A pesar de esto y mucho mas yo creo que si es posible amar profundamente y encontrar alguien que lo haga de la misma forma.

Rayitos de esperanza nacen cuando vez ejemplos de amor en otras personas. Puede pasar cuando te das cuenta que son personas quien causan el dolor y decepción no el amor. Un ejemplo reciente es el amor de una joven pareja que se unieron en matrimonio. Jessica y Nelson comparten uno de esos amores transparentes y no forzados. Son dos personas sencillas, aventureras y con grandes corazones. No soy fanática de bodas pero debo confesar que su boda ha sido para mi una de las más memorables.  Y no tiene nada que ver con el vestido de la novia, la comida, decoración, ni el tamaño del pastel si no la manera en que los dos se miraban a los ojos. El amor se notaba en la forma que en la cual el tomaba su cara. Se notaba en la forma que ella lo miraba cuando caminaban juntos. Se notaba en la manera que tomaban sus manos. Se notaba en sus sonrisas y miradas escondidas de complicidad. Todo esto me cautivo.También el hecho de que decidieron hacer un proyecto de voluntariado como su luna de miel. En vez de regalos pidieron que los invitados hicieran donaciones al proyecto de alfabetización y lectura. Su meta: llevar libros a áreas necesitadas de Colombia. Me encanta su primera aventura como mujer y marido fue hacer algo con una causa social juntos.

Su unión me entusiasmo porque son una pareja que no necesitan gritar al mundo que se quieren, basta verlos y te das cuenta que así es. Siempre he dudado de parejas que tienen la necesidad de decir constantemente lo mucho que se aman y lo perfecta que es su relación. Lo dudo cuando lo veo en redes sociales y también en publico. O tal vez es simplemente mi preferencia, el no sentir la necesidad de hacer publico lo mucho que amo a mi pareja. Soy media rara con esas cosas!

Es bonito amar y que te amen. Es difícil darse cuenta que hay amores que no duran para siempre y en ocasiones es mejor dejarlos ir. Es importante recordar que los corazones rotos, las lagrimas y decepciones no tienen que ver con el amor si no con la persona. El amor a pesar de sus altas y bajas vale la pena. Siempre valdrá la pena sentir esas entupidas mariposas en la panza y aquellos momentos de plenitud. Siempre vale la pena sentirse amado y mimado. Siempre vale la pena abrir el corazón una vez mas y comprobar que aun vibramos. Le agradezco a Jessica y Nelson por mostrarme un tipo de amor que tenia mucho tiempo de no ver. Su unión me trajo una sonrisa y un rayito de luz que muchas veces me reuso a ver. Mis mejores deseos para esa pareja y ese amor.

Aquí comparto es amor capturado por el lente de mi cámara. 

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¡Mi Mujer Maravilla cumple años hoy!

20 Aug

¡Como mi Madre no hay ninguna!

Dora Estela nació en el Salvador un 20 de Agosto hace no se cuantos años. ¡Bueno si se, pero si lo digo me mata! A los 9 mi madre se gradúo de nina para ser adulta y comenzó a trabajar en las algodoneras o campos de cosecha de algodón. En El salvador al igual que muchísimos países latino Americanos el nino deja de ser nino a una muy temprana edad por la necesidad y la pobreza.

Mi abuela dice que mi madre siempre fue la rebelde del grupo, ¿les suena a alguien parecido? A mi madre le encantaba bailar, salir a pasear y siempre fue curiosa.

Quiero creer que era fiel creyente del dicho “Es mejor pedir perdon que pedir permiso.” Ella siempre hacia lo que quería y darse por vencida nunca fue opción.

Una diferencia muy grande entre mi mama y yo es que ella si le gusta peinarse. Ustedes pensaran que me corto el pelo para ser “hip” pero la realidad es no me  gusta peinarme y entre menos tiempo pase arreglándome las greñas mejor. Mi mama siempre ha cuidado de su aspecto y cuando no lo hace es porque algo anda mal. Ella cuenta que de joven al no tener pinturas usaba achiote, condimento de color rojizo, para dar color a sus mejillas. De chica cuando recibía fotos de ella no podía creer esa mujer hermosa de ojos verdes era mi mama. Y claro, yo quería saber porque carajos no tenia los ojos verdes como ella.

El amoroso y loco de mi hermano mayor Carlos me decía que era porque a mi me habían encontrado en un basurero y claro que hasta hoy en dia yo le digo lo mismo a el ya que el tampoco se parece a ella  ¡Ese es amor del bueno!

Pero ya hablando en serio, mi madre si que es una mujer hermosa y eso nadie lo puede renegar. Lo mas hermoso es el amor que tiene por sus hijos y esas fuerzas de leona de siempre querer protegerlos. Somos 4 dolores de cabeza, en orden de vejes, Carlos, Frida, Diana, y José.

Yo tengo toda una vida que agradecerle a mi madre por todo lo que ha hecho por mi. Sus sacrificios, aunque en un momento difíciles de entender, fueron los que han trazado mi destino. Cuando estuve en Nicaragua lo entendí como nunca antes ya que me vi en la cara de los niños y vi el destino que me hubiese tocado si mi madre no me hubiese traído a este país. No me puedo imaginar lo tan difícil que tubo que ser dejar a sus dos hijos atrás para ir a buscarles una mejor vida. Y tengo que agradecerle a mi Tía Marta por ser el apoyo de mi Madre durante el viaje y llegando a este País.

Esa decisión de mi madre fue la que me cambio el rumbo, me dio opciones y siempre le estaré eternamente agradecida. Esta es una de mis razones para querer  continuar con el proyecto en Centro America. Esos niños también merecen tener opciones, recursos y una educación. ¡El del otro lado no se debe de olvidar! Por fortuna yo tuve a mi madre que decidió aventurarse a cruzar a un país desconocido pero nunca nos olvido y regreso.

Esa mujer es mi héroe, mi mujer maravilla y hoy en sus quince primaveras le doy gracias por existir  y le deseo todito el amor del mundo.

The last 10 days and why I volunteer in another country

18 Jul

Today was our last day at San Diego for two of us and the goodbye was as warm as the welcome. The last ten days were very busy and rewarding. Our group was able to distribute supplies to all 5 schools in the district, installed a water tank and bookshelves in San Diego. Amigos 4 Learning also provided uniforms along with shoes to four 6th graders going on to 7th grade next year.

The water tank is a huge improvement to the school because they do not have constant running water. The tank will not only serve the students but also their small community. The uniforms were provided to the outgoing 6th graders because they will be required to have uniforms when they move to 7th grade next school year.  These are basic needs that we may take for granted in the U.S. but the community here were so appreciative of what Amigos has been able to accomplish.

We also got a chance to spend a lot of time with some of the kids and their parents. There were a few who came by everyday and helped. The kiddos were always happy to do activities with us.  They kept me pretty busy!! 

We choose to do certain things for certain reasons.  There are many reasons why I choose to come on this trip.  There are so many things I can do with my time and money but coming to a country like Nicaragua reminds me of home.

I know there are great needs in the U.S. but I also know there are more resources available in comparison to places like Nicaragua. Yes, some have a very difficult time making in the United States but I truly believe the opportunity to advance and to get help is at a closer reach.

I returned here because I fell in love with the kids. Those kids remind me of who I am and where I come from. It reminds me of the importance of every single opportunity and privilege I have in the U.S. It is also a reminder of how my life would have been if I had stayed.   Kids here as well as in my country stop going to school because they do not have a pair a shoes to walk to school, some have to work with mom and dad to be able to eat, others don’t think school is important because everyone else around them didn’t have to go.  Kids here need to know they can succeed and live outside the box of what has been established. I believe real change can begin by teaching the youth the difference and help prevent so many negatives that affect their society.

I travel here because I was one of those kids and I want them to be able to see what I have seen. I want them to believe in their own potential and hopefully one-day help another child that may need their guidance. I am here because I believe in change. 

My goal is to one day to do the same in El Salvador! 

More photos!

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Smiles that will make you smile

12 Jul

I was looking through my photos today and caught myself smiling. I’ve taken more than 600 photos in the last 3 days and kids are smiling in almost all of them.  They look so happy. It is contagious and it forces a smile out of you.

I forgot about what I was worrying about the minute I started flipping through their smiling faces. They smile all the time. They run around happy, and care free. Most of these kids have no TV, no high tech video games, no phones, no computers, no internet, no allowance they can count on to buy toys or candy. Their happiness is the kind we should all experience everyday. They laugh so loud when you ask them to simply smile. Most say things like, “thank you so much,” “good morning,” and “good afternoon.” These kids play with plastic bottles, climb trees, play sports outside, walk miles to get to school, have no air conditioner or running water and most live in shacks with just the basics.

The kids welcome us with a sign of respect by putting their hands together and vowing their heads.  Those that feel most comfortable run toward us and give hugs. They are very loving and always willing to help. They love talking and asking tons of questions about our world. They imagine it so different and wonderful. They do not realize our world can be chaotic and is not always so wonderful.

Happiness is not in the material things we have or don’t have. I believe happiness is within what surrounds us; it is with those who make us feel like we belong, the smiles that make us feel warm and moments unlike any others.

We should be able to laugh out loud for no good reason like those kids do every single day. We should get out of our comfort zone, climb a different tree, take a different route, don’t sweat the small things, allow smiles in our lives, love and be loved. Life always has its way of working out. It always does.

Here are few more smiles!

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Breath of Fresh Air

11 Jul

Sometimes you just need to get away! I took this very seriously and got out of the country!

We arrived in Granada, Nicaragua on Sunday for our second volunteer project. This time around we came with a better sense of what to expect and what to do.  Last year, we didn’t quite know how everything would work out. I think we did pretty well for a first time. We were able to distribute school supplies to over 500 kiddos in 5 schools and do upgrades to one of the schools. This year we are doing the same.

So far we have distributed supplies to 3 schools and by the end of this week we hope to distribute to the rest as well as get uniforms and shoes for the kids who need it the most.  The chalkboards are making the teachers sick so we are installing dry erase boards at one of the schools.  We are also installing a water tank and hoping there are enough funds for a small playground.  In the United States this may not seem like a lot but in Countries like Nicaragua it makes a world of a difference.  We wish we could purchase bags of supplies for every child but for now this is what we can do. I know one day Amigos 4 Learning will grow to be the organization able to provide this and more for children in need.

My favorite part of it all, the kids!! Kids here get so excited to get a new pencil and are always eager to learn. We held a class for a group of about 40 and they learned the ABC’s in English in less than 45 minutes!!  

The kids from the school where we spent the most time with last year welcomed us with hugs and even gave us kisses!!!  They even remember our names!! Some got taller, others gained a little weight and there are some who are not shy anymore. A group of them choreograph dances for us!  The kids at another school welcomed us with fresh fruit and lots of it!! It was their way of saying thank you. These kids do not have much but are so happy to share the little bit they do have. 

This is why I’m here. Those kids bring everything into perspective and remind me about what is really important. Those kids do so much more for me than I could ever do for them. They bring life, warmth and pure love.  The kind of love that reminds you everything will be okay. Being here is the breath of fresh air I needed.

Here’s that breath of fresh air in photos! 

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Life

10 Jul

Life has a sneaky way of doing things. It can surprise you; bring you to unexpected places at unexpected times.

Life forces you to make tough decisions that have the power to change the course completely.

Life will shake you to the core, terrify you, confuse the shit out of you and make you wonder why.

We can go crazy trying to figure out why things happen the way they happen.

The answers may not come to us when we want them, but may when we are ready to truly understand.

It can challenge us. It makes us vulnerable. It makes us want to run far away from the new reality we may not be ready to accept.

Sometimes we wake up and hope it was all a dream. We wish everything were the way it used to be- less complicated and emotional.

And there are times that change is just what we need and complicated is not that complicated after all.

We have to remember there is always a way out of the madness and it is up to us to decide which way that is.

And there will always be a reason why things happen exactly the way they happen.


Celebrating everyone else except him

17 Jun

Father’s Day is not a holiday I’ve ever celebrated.  My father has never been a part of my life. It was his choice not to be. I do celebrate my mother because she has been mother and father for my brother Carlos and I.

There are so many women who have to play both roles for their children. They do everything they can to be there, to comfort, to care and to survive. There’s women who have lost their husbands in war,women who were assaulted and decided to have their baby, women who were young when they conceived, women who decided to carry on without their partner, women who didn’t give up just because a man wasn’t by their side.

I admire good fathers. I admire men who are part of their children’s life regardless of circumstances. I admire their manhood, responsibility and love for their children. I’m thankful I have been able to see some of those role models in my life. 

My only hope is that my child has that role model. I hope that my child is able to experience something I never experience. I hope my child is able to feel that fatherly love I never felt. I hope my child is able to call someone Dad.

Today I do not celebrate my father because he doesn’t deserve it. I do celebrate my brother’s for being a part of their children’s life. I celebrate the father’s that have touched my life. And I celebrate my mother, grandmother, aunts and all those other women who have been both Mother and Father for their children. 

Fundraiser 4 Nica. Children: Photos for a good cause!

7 Jun

Last summer I had one of the best experiences of my life when I traveled to Nicaragua.  It was just what I needed. It was my Eat, Pray, and Love. 

You can read some of  the highlights of the trip here!

Shortly after the trip we got together to talk about the project and the possibilities of doing more.  The project was a great success last summer and we felt we could do so much for the children, the teachers and the parents.  The group decided to create a non-profit and began doing research on how to do it. 

Fast forward to this year, the project is now Amigos for Learning.  A Non-Profit organization with the mission to help children in need throughout Latin America by supporting and educating their communities and aiding their school’s educational needs. 

This summer I will be making my way back to Granada with a small group of volunteer to distribute supplies and work on another school in the small district.

The group has done several fundraisers this year including creating calendars with photos of the children. I’m putting in my two cents to help the organization purchase uniforms and to make sure there’s enough supplies for the over 500 kids we will visit.  I’m taking photos for a good cause! I’m offering 1-hour photo shoots for 50 dollars for the next couple of weeks.  The money will help Amigos4Learning purchase items for the students.  

50 dollars can go a LONG way in Nicaragua! 

$20= child’s Uniform (pants/shirt) + shoes + notebook

$15= Full breakfast, lunch and dinner for a child

$10= snacks for a class of 25+

$5 = Notebook, pencils, ruler, and color pencils

The average daily wage in Nicaragua is only 4 dollars a day.  A teacher makes between 150 and 200 dollars a year, the same as a university education per year.

I really hope you consider doing a photo shoot and help Amigos4Learning help the children in Granada. Here are a few of those kids you could help.

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Check out some of my most recent photos. I’ve done shoots for couples, weddings, graduates, pregnancies, headshots and small families. I like to do shoots outside either on early morning or late afternoon.  

Here are a few dates for you to consider:

June 16  + 17 at 8am

June 23 + 24 at 8am, 5:30pm, 6:45pm

June 30 + July 1 at 8am, 5:30pm, 6:45pm

Weekday evenings can be coordinated depending on my work schedule. You will receive full res photos on a CD within a week.  I hope you consider doing a shoot.-I promise you the money will be put to good use. If you are interested please email me at fridascafe@gmail.com or simply share this post with your friends.

Mil Gracias!

The perfect Dance

5 Jun

Her body vibrated in a way she had forgotten.

She was tickled in strange places when he held her by the waist and moved her hips to the rhythm of the music.

He introduced his hands to the small of her back and his fingers felt her soft skin

She trembled.

She felt euphoria when his breath teased her

Her nipples decided to make an appearance and were not ashamed of it

Her thighs began to sweat

Her hands, anxious to touch him in hidden corners

He wanted to feel her closer

Her perfume excited his senses among other things

He imagined touching her breasts

Kissing them

He wanted to explore her perfect body

He provoked her

Kissed her on the corner of her mouth

She trembled again

It was her turn to do the same

She took her hands on a trip in between his legs

She felt his excitement

They held each other tight as they danced

They felt the mountains of their bodies

They both wanted to climb to the highest Peak

They trembled

It was the perfect dance

Two bodies, one rhythm

Perfect chemistry

Passion jumping out of their pores

They forgot about the world

Lost themselves in each other

And while they danced made love for the first time

Un Baile Perfecto

5 Jun

Su cuerpo vibro como hace mucho no lo hacia. Sintio cosquillas en lugares extraños cuando le apretó su cintura y movía sus caderas al ritmo de la música. Metió su mano debajo su camisa, y resbalo sus dedos suavemente por su espalda.

Ella sintió euforia al sentir su aliento

Sus pezones mostraron presencia sin pena

Sus muslos comenzaban a sudar cada vez mas

Sus manos ansiosas de tocarlo de mil maneras

 

El quería sentirla mas cerca

Su perfume le excitaba los sentidos

Moria por tocar sus pechos

Besar sus senos

Sentir su cuerpo tan perfecto

 

La provoco

Le beso la esquina de la boca

 

Lo excito

Quito sus manos de su espalda y se las llevo de viaje entre sus piernas

Sintió su hombría muy alerta

 

Sintieron quemarse por dentro

Se apretaron fuerte hasta sentir las montanas de sus cuerpos

Fue un baile perfecto

Dos cuerpos, un ritmo

Pasión a flor de piel

Se olvidaron del resto del mundo

Se amaron por primera vez bailando

4 years

30 May

I wrote the post below 3 years ago- somethings have changed and others remain the same. One thing i’ve learned is that we work for people and it is people that truly make a difference in our jobs. It is great to have people who push, support, validate and encourage you. I’ve been lucky to meet wonderful people in my line of work and of course there are those who just make things that much more interesting. 

Jobs are what you make of them but they should never make you. I’ve learned so much while working at the Women’s Center, grown as a professional and also as a Woman. I’ve learned so much about myself and things that I really care for. I’ve also learned that it is good to take a step back and disconnect from your daily work.

It is good to disconnect from emails, meetings and deadlines.

It is good to work in different spaces other than your office.

It is good to have early breakfasts with friends right before going into the office.

It is good to learn more about those you work with- it is good to learn from them.

It is good to leave the office and have outside lunches.

It is good to take time to reflect, evaluate and allow evolution to come in. 

It is good to get out of your box once in a while and see the bigger picture.

It is good to be open to change.

It is good be challenged.

It is good to speak up and let your voice be heard.

It is good to be be passionate about your work but do not allow it to run your life.

Life is too good to be spent in an office, in meetings or working projects. Love the work  you do, but never forget to also love your life outside of it. 

Original post from May 30, 2011

This is what a ‘calling’ is

“That is what a ‘calling’ is.  It lights you up and lets you know that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.  Doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing.” Oprah

Three years today I began doing exactly what I was supposed to do at the Houston Area Women’s Center. I didn’t quite know what I was getting myself into but I’m so happy I did. I found a passion, inspiration, motivation and change. I’ve changed and I’m becoming the woman I want to be.

I’ve always been driven passion and the power I believe we all have to make a difference. This isn’t a just a job for me, it has become the love and inspiration of my life. Here I’ve met the most wonderful women I will probably ever meet, the strongest, and most courageous.

And what do we at the women’s center? We empower, educate and strive to change the violent society we live in.

What do I do? One of my main goals is to use media to educate, change and reach those we wouldn’t be able to otherwise. And so much more I won’t go into detail.

One of my goals in life was to find something I truly loved doing and thankfully I have. The beautiful thing about it is that this is a passion I can always have with me even if I decide to leave this agency. I can carry it on with me and always do something to contribute and change. No, I’m not going anywhere any time soon but if ever did I know that this work could be done anywhere. Unfortunately, violence against women will not end any time soon but I know that I can be part of the change.

Once you find your true calling, it will never leave your side if you follow what your heart tells you. Money can only give you so much but if you are not truly happy doing what you love is not really worth it.

Nobody but you is responsible for your life. You are responsible for your life…. you’re responsible for the energy you create for yourself, and you’re responsible for the energy that you bring to others.” Oprah

Never allow yourself to depend on anyone. Your happiness is your responsibility and not anyone else’s. You never want to give someone that much power over you, if you do you end up losing yourself. Don’t wait for someone to complete you. You should always be the driver. You should never let anyone hold you back from what you love.

Find something that makes you tick and motivates you to wake up in the mornings. Find something that gives your fulfillment, joy and a sense of adventure. Find something that challenges you and wakes up your creativity. Find something that makes you want to be better and encourages searching for hidden talents you didn’t realize you had.

“Start embracing the life that is calling you. Find your calling—know what sparks the light in you so you in your own way so that you can illuminate the world.” Oprah

I’m happy to say I found a calling that does light me up and makes me shine like no other. I know this is exactly where I’m supposed to be and I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing… I’m happy!

“Everybody has a calling, and your real job in life is to find it.”

Out of my bubble

23 May

What can you do for me? She asked me and I had to ask myself the same question.   She had been raped a few hours before by one of her John’s. She has worked the streets since her teen years.

what could I do for her?

who was I to sit there and say anything to this young woman? I had no clue what she has gone through in life, her circumstances, or her story. All I could do was sit and listen.  That is all I could offer in that moment. She said that being able to talk about it freely made her feel a little better. On the other hand, she did so much more for me. She allowed me to listen, took me out of my bubble and gave me a peak into her world.

She began to tell me a fraction of her story… “He raped me raw and I just wonder, why me?”

What could I say to that? I’ve never felt so inadequate and helpless.  I felt powerless because what my agency or I could offer may not be enough.

“It is not that easy,” she said.

About 80% of women in prostitution have been victims of rape yet one of the questions asked when I shared this story was, “can prostitutes be raped?”

The question didn’t surprise me but it re-affirmed the lack of understanding of rape in our society.

When a woman says “no,” it means no – it doesn’t matter if she prostitutes or not. One out of every six American women has been the victim of an attempted or completed rape in her lifetime. In comparison, prostituted women are raped, on the average, eight to ten times per year.

Prostitution happens all around. It is happening in our streets, in our neighborhoods. Girls, boys, women and men are being prostituted in our backyards. We do not try to understand the circumstances, what brought them to that point, or how they were recruited. Instead, we judge, we question, we doubt and dismiss them. We say things like, she wants to be a prostitute or Why doesn’t she just get out?

Do we really think these young girls and boys wake up one day and say, “I want to sale my body for money.”

This doesn’t just happen. There is a process that leads someone to the streets.

Most kids who end up on the streets have suffered some type of abuse or neglect from home, or foster home. Many are runaways and this helps set them up.

Most are seduced by pimps who offer them a “better life.” Pimps look for children with low self-esteem, in need of attention, and those who seek love.  The pimp will offer everything the child is lacking.  The pimp becomes the boyfriend, will get her to fall in love and convince her to work the streets.

I can only imagine what the young woman’s life I met at the hospital must be like. I have no clue how she feels or what she has experienced in her short life.  I wonder what happened to her.  I think of my niece and nephews.  That young woman is someone’s daughter, someone’s niece, someone’s sister and granddaughter. I wonder when and how everything change for her.  I will never know but can only hope things will one day change for her and for all the others who are on the streets. I thank her for allowing to be there and for sharing a piece of her life with me- a complete stranger. She took me out my bubble and reminded me that there’s so much more I need to learn.

I encourage you to learn more about this issue. The following is an excellent documentary where I got a lot of the information posted on this column.  It is by the anti-sex trafficking organization Shared Hope International. It brings awareness about the demand factors for sex trafficking, one of the most significant of which is pornography. It also addresses how all forms of commercial sexual exploitation such as pornography; stripping and prostitution are connected to all other forms such as sex trafficking and sex slavery.  

45 minutes worth watching. 

If you rather read, here’s an excellent article

The Growing Demand for Prostitution

I have Boy Friends… lots of them!

18 May

with my boo- Omar!

are you guys dating? you guys would make such a cute couple!”

It seems I hear this more often than I care for in reference to some of my male friendships. The assumption: There must be something going on!

Why is it so difficult to believe a man and a woman can be just friends? Why do we tend to assume that if they spend a lot of time together there must be something going on?

Fernandito, Cristina y el negro

Do not assume!

My friendships with males ve been victims of these types of assumptions since I was in college. I’ve always had great relationships with males- yes believe or not without the romance or sex. I didn’t believe this was possible for a long time but some really awesome friends proved me wrong. Some of my most cherished friendships are those I have with males. I think this all started when all my girlfriends in college graduated a semester before I did.  A group of boys became my hang out buddies.

I used to work out and take Mass Comm. classes with Christian. Angelito thought me how to parallel park and became my go to when I just needed to talk. Edgardo and I pick up right where we left off every time he visits from France. I love chats over dinner with Fernandito.   And I have so much fun every time I dance salsa, bachata and merengue with all of them! Those boys became my companions during that last semester and there was never one instant where I felt uncomfortable with any of them. They all took care of me. And once in a while they would crash my apartment when they were hungry! It was great because I was able to talk them freely about different topics without them freaking out or shocking them. It was always great to get their male perspective and understand their way of thinking.

Last year when I took a trip to San Francisco I told friends I was going to spend time with my friend Carlitos and one of the first questions always was, “oh, is this someone you are interested in?” Most of the time I could care less but after a while it gets old and a bit annoying.

There will times when feelings get on the way of friendship. What happens then? A friend says one person will always want more but will suppress their feelings. This can definitely happen and things may get complicated if you do not have a conversation about it.  One of the things we fail to do in relationships, romantic or friendships, is to set boundaries.  If feelings are mutual, be ready to make a decision. You must decide whether or not the risk is worth taking and always think of the possible outcomes. Crossing boundaries changes everything and friendships may be lost along the way.

con Julio

Having a friendly relationship with males it may not always be easy but it’s not impossible. Unfortunately, we live in a society where any type of relationship between a man and a woman will be questioned and may become a topic of discussion especially if you spend “too much” time with one guy friend.

Rafa and Ale

The most recent male friendship that gets questioned is the one I have with Alejandro. I met Ale during an event and we have been great friends ever since. Yes, we spend a lot of time together, have fun and if i just need to release stress I know both Ale and Rafa will be there with a fun idea. 

I have boy friends and lots of them. I love them dearly, I kiss them on the cheek, hug them tight when I haven’t seen them in a long while and love to use terms of endearment such as, mi cielo, mi amor and my boo.  I confide in them, hitch hike across 3 states, hang out, work out, skydive, run marathons, drink beer, take pictures, do photo shoots, take road trips, look for Zombies, dance, and so much more. Not everything has to be about romance, or sex. It can really be just a nice friendship.

Cheers to friendships, with males or females!

Cuando fue la ultima vez que… ?

14 May

English

¿Cuando fue la ultima vez que hiciste alguna locura que te excite y haga que tu adrenalina suba?  algo que te haga sentir como si fueras un joven de secundaria, algo que te hada sentir vivo, feliz y lleno de energías. 

¿Cuando fue la ultima vez que hiciste algo sin planearlo ni esperarlo? Y no te importo el lugar, ni la hora simplemente ese momento… ese instante

¿Cuando fue la ultima vez que llenaste a tu amado de besos al verlo y quisiste desnudarlo al solo verlo? Al solo tocarlo… al solo olerlo.

¿Cuando fue la ultima vez que lo hiciste? Y te valió madres todo a tu alrededor y le hiciste el amor como si fuera la primera vez. ¿Te acuerdas? ¿Cuando?

¿Cuando fue la ultima que le propusiste una locura a tu pareja que los hizo revivir como eran las cosas antes? 

La vida no es una promesa de toda la vida ni algo eterno. Los momentos que llegan sin planearlos, ni esperarlos tienden a ser los mejores del mundo, los mas ricos y excitantes. Nunca dejes que esos momentos te pasen sin siquiera tocarlos, sin sentirnos y aprovecharlos. Estos momentos son los que hacen la vida mas interesante, hacen que las relaciones duren, nos hacen sentir joven, aventureros y sumamente felices. Estos momentos suelen a llevar riesgos lo cual los hacen maravillosamente deliciosos. Estos son momentos que la vida nos regala para despertarnos y recordarnos que somos seres humanos que vibramos y sentimos. 

Y no solo hablo de sexo ni del amor, hablo de cualquier momento que nos haga sentir emociones diferentes o tal vez nos hacen sentir un poquito de aventura.

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Puede ser la noche que decides con tus amigos ir en búsqueda Zombies

Puede ser el momento cuando te avientas de una avión

Que tu amigo corra por millas contigo en tu primera Marathon

El momento cuando cantas con tu sobrinita de 3 años

Ver la cara de felicidad y sentir orgullo cuando tu prima se gradúa

Un desayuno delicioso en silencio y a solas

momentos de conexión con tu madre en el coche

momentos con tu abuela en su cama cuando le dices lo mucho que la adoras

momento cuando le haces el amor a tu amada en la parte trasera de su coche, momentos con tus hijos en el sofá viendo una película.  

El momento que te vale y dices lo que piensas sin importarte el que dirán

El momento que un grupo de niños te rodean, abrazan y te sientes profundamente feliz

Puede ser cualquier momento, con cualquier persona y en cualquier momento.

Estos son los momentos que nos mantienen vivos, nos recuerdan que la vida es bella, impredecible y que hay riesgos que valen la pena. Disfruta estos momentos, créalos, aprovéchalos y vive como si fueran los últimos.

La vida es estos momentos, esos segundos llenos de emoción, locuras, sonrisas y energía. La vida es así, sorprendentemente bella, complicada y siempre interes

When was the last time you… ?

14 May

Español

When was the last time you did something crazy that really excited you and gave you an amazing adrenaline rush? Something that made you feel like a crazy teenager… Something that made you feel alive, happy and full of energy.

When was the last time you did something without planning it? A moment when you did it something and didn’t care about the place, time just that moment… that second.

When was the last time you kissed your partner as soon you saw him/her and you wanted to strip him/her naked? Just by feeling their touch, their smell.

When was the last time you actually did this? And you didn’t give a shit about your surroundings and you made love to them as if it was the very first time. Do you remember? When?

when was the last time you proposed something crazy to your partner that reminded you of how it used to be?

Life is not a promise that will last an eternity. These spontaneous moments tend to be the best in the world. These moments are the most exciting. Do not let these moments pass you by without touching, experiencing or taking advantage of every single one of them.

These are the moments that keep life interesting, make relationships last, make us feel young, adventurers, and make us very happy. Some of these moments will have risks that make everything that much more enjoyable and delicious. These are the moments that life gives us to wake us up and remind us we are humans who feel, love and take risks.

I’m not just talking about sex or love but all those moments that make us tick and make our adrenaline rise.

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It could be the day you decide to go searching for zombies with your friends

Maybe when you jump off a plane and skydived with a complete stranger

Or when your friend ran a few miles with you during your first marathon

Singing at the top of your lungs with your 3-year-old niece

The excitement and pride to see your little cousin graduate

The moment when you bonded with your mother in the car

Or when you lay in bed with your grandmother and told her how much you love her

Or that moment when you decide not to care and make passionate love in back of a truck

The moment with your children at home while you watch a movie

When you say just what’s in your mind and decide not to care what others think

It’s that beautiful moment when a group of children surround you, hug you and you realize what true happiness feels like.

It could be any moment, with anyone at any given time! 

These are the kind of moments that keep us alive and remind us how beautiful life really is, how unpredictable, and that there are risks worth taking. Enjoy these moments, take advantage of them, create them, extend them and enjoy them to the fullest as if tomorrow wouldn’t come.

Life is this moment, seconds filled with emotion, craziness, passion, laughter and energy.  This is how life is, surprisingly beautiful, complicated and always interesting if you allow it!

Santa does not come here because it’s too far!

25 Dec

“I wonder if Santa is going to make it this year,” This is a question a lot of my friends in El Salvador used to ask come Christmas time.

According to some of their parents, El Salvador was too far for Santa and that’s why he couldn’t make it every year. Some parents used the 3 Reyes Magos (Three kings) holiday to delay the gifts just a little longer. The claim, 3 Reyes are closer but take a little longer since they come in Camels. I always had my doubts about the theories since I was one of the lucky ones Santa did visit. I couldn’t understand why Santa came to my grandma’s house and not theirs especially when I knew I hadn’t been the best girl. But this had nothing to do with how far we were from Santa, being good or bad. It was about poverty and the financial inabilities so many families face all around the world. That is why my Mother left the country when I was 2 and that’s how Santa was able to visit me.

I remember one year I was so sure Santa wasn’t coming because my friends kept saying he was too far and he didn’t like poor kids. But when I woke up Christmas morning something magical happened. I found a bag of new underwear close to baby Jesus under grandma’s tree. I’ve never been more excited about underwear in my life! Now I realize my excitement wasn’t just about the cute underwear but it was about a special feeling. I felt special. My innocence allowed me to cold-heartedly believe Santa actually walked in our dirt floor and placed the Heidi calsones (underwear) under the tree. I thought it couldn’t have been grandma since she hadn’t been to the Mercado in weeks and I couldn’t find anything when I look through her stuff… I know, bad girl!!

A few days ago my Tias and I talked about what we remembered about Navidad in El Salvador. We didn’t talk about gifts but of all the vivid memories we each have of the time. We remember the shape of the tree. We laughed because it wasn’t a pine tree; it was more like tree branch but from a real tree! They remember the color of the ornaments and lights that made that tree branch so beautiful and festive. I remember the hay under the nativity scene, the color of the baby’s Jesus blanket. I remember going to church and giving thanks. I remember kids running around excited to see and hear fireworks in the neighborhood. I remember eating chicken and meat- this only happened in special occasions! I remember neighbors coming to give and receive hugs at midnight. I remember it felt like a very special time.

Poverty teaches you how to not expect much and really appreciate the little bit you do get or have. When Santa or the Reyes Magos did come to my friends homes they were so excited and their parents thankful to be able give them a ‘lil something. That little something could be a ball, a set of Canicas (marbles) or a pack of underwear!

On this Christmas day lets be thankful for all the greatness in our lives and every day we are able to share with those we love.

Lets not be afraid to feel special

Lets give forgiveness and understanding.

Lets learn acceptance and tolerance

Lets tell someone we love, we love them.

Lets love without expectations

Lets learn from the lessons life so generously gives us.

Lets learn how to forgive our selves

Lets accept we are not perfect, just human. 

Lets cherish the innocence in our children.

Lets not forget Santa doesn’t make it to every home.

Lets become Santa little helpers and we give a hand.

Lets learn how to take it easy and not run so fast others can’t keep up.

Lets take moments to breathe, and reflect

Lets take care of ourselves like we take care of others.

Lets allow others to help us

Lets embrace evolution and change

Lets appreciate simplicity and kindness

I wish you and your loved ones a wonderful Christmas Day and thank you so very much for reading  Frida’s Cafe!

Frida V-

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