It may seem strange to see a vase full of sticks. I smile every time I see them. “Look mama, I have a present for you!” he says as his little face beams with pride. He always saves his best sticks for me. Continue Reading
In my early years I remember knowing my dad was from Mexico but that was about it. We had never known the language or anything of our heritage. When I was 10 years old my family packed up and moved to Mexico for two plus years. At the time, it was hard being away from family and all we ever had known, but now, I can look back and see what a beautiful experience it was and how fortunate we were to be immersed in a different culture.
To experience the beauty of the culture and the language. To discover my heritage.
When we take the time to see the magic in the ordinary moments, we are given the gift of truly seeing our children for who they are.
We were on our way home from a big Christmas celebration. You know the kind. Cold, windy, and long lines but the kids love it, with trolley rides, horse drawn carriages, lighted parade, and fireworks. I mean come on, who wouldn’t love that?!
After a few stops and a quick supper, we decided it was getting late. We dropped into Target for a bathroom break and a few items. I could be in and out in 10 minutes. Did I mention I was heading in there with my 5-year-old? Continue Reading
I leaned over and gave her a gentle hug, kiss, and told her to be good. My intentions to guide my young daughter were pure, but what I heard next forever changed how I send her off into the world.
Every year it’s the same dilemma. What do we get them for Christmas? It seems that we spend so much time and money on Christmas for our kids to pick out one thing to play with and then proceed to play with only that thing… forever. Until I get fed up with all the stuff laying around and decide all toys need to be sold or donated. All of a sudden the kids love whatever I’m tossing out. Continue Reading