Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

May 02, 2012

She is ready to be 9 but am I?

Am I the ONLY one out there that feels this way.....My baby girl (who is really my oldest) is turning 9 today.

And Boy do I have an explosion of feelings inside!
Not sure if I want to celebrate or get sad, be happy or mad, smile or cry...

I guess I knew this moment was bound to get here but I'm not ready.
And then again who is? Where you?

Nine is a big number. The age in which they start transforming themselves into young teenagers (golp...teenagers! Such a scary word!).
I knew the time had to come but again I am not ready.

She is my baby. She was just in diapers yesterday. I want to hold onto her for a little longer.
I want her innocence to stay with her for ever.
I want her hugs to be candid and warm, I want to hear the I love you's for a while longer.
The letters of love and "the mom I missed you".
The wanting to spent time with mom, the no make up time periods.

I dont know that I am ready to talk about boys, to have "the" talk, to start explaining the birds and the bees...
I want to hold on for a little longer but time is slowly taking her away...

I knew the time had to come but I am so not ready.
And she is. She is so eager to turn nine. She cant stop talking about it. She is now a big girl, who
could cross the street alone and watch programs for older kids.
Who makes believe she is in charge of the younger ones, the one that could handle bigger tasks.

I just pray for Guidance, for the words of wisdom to tell her, the knowledge to handle her, the love
to protect her, the Lord to take good care of her...

And here tonight as I'm typing and crying I wish one day I could help her be the woman my
mom helped me be...

Bibi, I love you, just dont grow up too fast.
Love,


November 19, 2011

When someone dies...

Sometimes I fail to see that life is precious, that it passes by so quickly, that we pursue so many riches that most of the time we forget the real stuff that makes us happy...

This week someone that I knew since I was a little girl died. She was always a happy woman, joyful, truthful, wise...She past away at an advance age and reminded me so much of my grandmother who passed back in 1993.

Seeing the pain that her children (now older women) are in, how lost they look, how big that hole that a loved one leaves just makes want to cry...I know we all say that the death of a closed one in the family its a real eye opener but this time was different, it was more than a simple eye opener, it was  so powerfull I cant simply describe it with words.

She was very loved by all of us and she will be remembered with love...Rest in Peace Mita...

Aidé

August 08, 2011

Favorite picture



Well! :( just realized that I missed yesterday´s post (sorry was out and about with hubby, alone NO kids, and folks it had a been a reall long time since that) but I am back!

My favorite picture...is this one!

I took this picture of my brother and his wife when they were expecting my nephew Jacob. They are such a happy couple and they are so in love...I took this picture in a time in which i was going thru some rough spots in my life and they just gave me so much hope.

I look back at this picture and it brings me back so many sad memories that are quickly erase by the love that they reflect...just off a simple picture.

Aide ;)

Smile… is free! 

March 30, 2010

sick of breastfeeding talks

I, like many other women, have children (3 to be exact). I love my kids very much. I would do the unimaginable for them. My kids range from 6 years old to 7 months old.


I, like many other women, I’m sick of breastfeeding blogs.

The part that sickens my about them is the fact that some of them make it seem as if you don’t breastfeed you baby you are a “bad mom” or even anti God (bare with me you will understand more in a minute).

But first let me say this for the record:

I always knew I wanted to breastfeed my kids even before I had them. I tried breastfeeding.

The first time around the milk just would not come. Call it whatever you want, it just would not come. I tried for a whole month and my child was going hungry. She was very colicky and whinny and would easily throw up anything she was feed. So I tried and tried and tried until I (yes that’s right I) gave up. During this “I must breastfeed time” I went through Postpartum depression (I had no clue that existed at the time). I felt unloved; I was extremely sleep deprived from trying to breast feed day and night. I was angry at myself for not being able to provide my child with the much needed breast milk.

The second time around, I tried again and again failed. I again beat myself up everyday because I was not producing enough milk for my baby. I consulted a lactation consultant and spoke to my doctor about it. I followed all of their advice but still could not breastfeed.

The third time around (and notice how by the third time I have not giving up on it, still trying) it was worse. I had my 2 last children very close to each other (10 months apart) and as my doctor said my body had no time to heal. The pain I felt while trying to breastfeed was so intense that one day my partner found me on the floor unable to move. I was crying as if I had just got beaten up, because I tried to breastfeed.

I was in excruciating pain. This was worse that giving birth to my second child (whom I deliver with NO PAIN medication whatsoever). It was painful. He gave me Ibuprofen and tried to get me to stand up but I couldn’t. To make a long story short “I” decided to stop breastfeeding (you could read my article on breast feeding if you want to know the whole story).

Now that this is clear allow me to continue with my story.

I’ve come across some blogs that portray breastfeeding as “a mothers responsibility” and “as God designed food”. This articles frown upon the parent who make the important decision not to breastfeed. What they don’t include is that a mom does not simply get up one day and says “ah I just don’t feel like breastfeeding anymore”. That is not how this comes to be. Most moms know that breastfeeding is important and they want to breastfeed their babies but is not as easy for some of us. Not as easy as it look’s.

I also came across “The Human Pacifier” a blog that promotes and embraces the dignity behind breastfeeding. But in my opinion omits how hard it is for some women. How for some of us is not as easy as saying this is what we were born to do. How it fails to point out that the fact that we are mother’s does not necessarily means that we “must” breastfeed our kids because it’s hard wired in our system.

In the other hand I really like an article I found in PostPartum Progress that talks about the “ok” in not breastfeeding.

It promotes breastfeeding without putting down the woman who decides that breastfeeding is simply is not for them.

Yes breastfeeding is recommended and it’s good for mother and baby but a woman has the right not to breastfeed.

And that doesn’t make her a bad mom. A woman (me) has the right not to be questioned or looked at "funny" just because she is not breastfeeding.

Breastfeeding is a different experience for everyone. And while some enjoy it and embrace it, some of us are a lot less fortunate and go through a great deal of emotional stress and pain.

I firmly believe that if breastfeeding affects the mental and emotional peace that a woman should have and the relationship of a mom with her baby then its best not to breastfeed at all. Call me crazy or anti-breastfeeding but nothing (including breastfeeding) should be in the way of your emotional health.

Being a mom is a joy and is also very stressful. There are a lot of choices to make, a lot of worrying involved with vaccines, sudden death syndrome, poisoning, child care, money, marital life and so much more that we don’t need to add extras to the bucket.

Call me weird but breastfeeding is a woman’s choice and it should not be frowned upon if she decides not to.

Asides from all the great benefits a mom doesn’t have to breastfeed to be a good mom. I happen to be a great mom (or so I was told by my 6 year old). My children are healthy, happy and I give then all the love I have and more. I decided not to beat myself up or allow anyone to do so just because I decided to call it quits.

I propose the "I decide whether to breastfeed or not" movement. Because it is my choice. It’s your choice!