I was raised by brilliant and strong women who spoke perfect Spanish and at times broken English. I was also raised by a father who sang Spanish worship songs throughout the day and told us dímelo en español (tell me in spanish) when we would share about our days.
My husband was raised by a fierce woman from south Georgia and his father was from a beautiful city nestled in the Andes mountains. He was sent to La Paz, Bolivia for part of his kindergarten year and became fluent in Spanish before returning back to Atlanta.
Then, one day we met and fell in love and had two beautiful baby girls. It has not been lost on me (or us) that our girls are blends of Latino immigrants and deep American roots. We understand that we are our daughters’ first teachers when it comes to their vibrant cultures, but it can be a challenge. It’s sometimes difficult to embrace one culture without feeling as if we are neglecting one of the others.Read More
We are officially a family of four! Well, we have been for two months, but it still feels like this change happened just yesterday. For a short period, we had two under two, but now our big girl has turned two and our little one is almost sleeping through the night (yay!).Read More
We are officially a family of four! It still feels surreal to say that aloud.
We welcomed Ana Grace into our lives on May 8. It was an almost completely uneventful labor and delivery and pure bliss. I even slept through contractions (with Aria Beth I didn’t have the chance to get an epidural so that was a terrible labor) and she took her first breath after less than 30 minutes of pushing. It was beautiful, but not as beautiful as having this precious girl in our home.
It’s amazing how peaceful the newborn stage is compared to the spontaneity and excitement of toddlerhood. Balancing both girls is a challenge, but it’s not as difficult as I anticipated and it’s somehow still possible to have one-on-one time with each girl. Each day has its ups and downs, but I’m pleased to say that there are more ups than downs. After motherhood didn’t treat me so well after having Aria Beth, I am grateful that this time has been different (more on that in my next blog).Read More
A Year Like No Other
Today I sang a Christmas song to my daughter before her nap. The holidays have all passed and I’m still feeling the joy that usually ends on December 25 at 9:59pm.
Oh, what song? It’s “Jolly Old St. Nicholas” and for some reason she thinks it is best sung by me right before she closes her eyes. Any other song is greeted by her whining and fake tears. I really do need to try out for The Voice next season.
But, seriously, one year ago, you wouldn’t have found a sight similar to today’s.
One year ago, I was in the middle of an ugly fight with postpartum depression. I would sing the most pitiful version of “You Are My Sunshine” to my girl and more often than not it would be with tears streaming down my face.Read More
As the trees and the temperature remind us that the holidays are near, I know you’re reminded about something else, too. It’s another season without your child by your side. It’s another season when you’re faced with times that should be full of joy and peace, but there are little reminders of what you’re missing out on . . . again.
During that moment in time, I had been off of my medication for postpartum anxiety and depression for just over four months and after a few rough days at the beginning, I felt back to normal. I was handling chaotic life moments in stride and I was able to talk out my feelings once again. I wasn’t crying in the shower or biting off my husband’s head when he asked how my day had been for the umpteenth time. I felt good.
Until that positive.Read More