Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you beautiful blogging mamas!!

Daily Prompt: I Want To Know What Love Is


What is love?

Love is:
When your heart feels like its on your sleeve and is about to explode;
The I just want to hold and kiss you forever feeling;
The oh my god! This song is amazing and I could dance all night feeling;
This place and this moment is so magical that I don’t want it to end feeling;
The feeling of being compleat and supported by the ones that you love.

The common thread that runs through all these kinds of love is time. I can be so in love with who/whatever it may be that I would want to stop time to hold on to that love. Conversely, something or someone who I love is also so in love with me that feel I can carry on forever cocooned in this love.

Daily Post: I Want To Know What Love Is

We each have many types of love relationships — parents, children, spouses, friends. And they’re not always with people; you may love an animal, or a place. Is there a single idea or definition that runs through all the varieties of “love”?


Doors and Rooms


At 6:15am I’m sitting at the dining table having my breakfast. Cereal, coffee and a banana. I hear Ale’s little feet hitting the floor running down the hall into the living room. He stops when he reaches the table. Ale climbs into my lap and I nuzzle his head. He smells of sleep and the almond soap from last nights bath. I drink in his smell filling up for the day.

He points to my coffee, “Hot, hot, hot”. He says in a whisper and giggles touching the lukewarm cup. “Ale,” I say, “do you want some of mama’s cereal?”. “Noooo!” He opens his mouth anyway and I give him a spoonful.

I glance at the clock, 6:30am. I have to go to work. My husband comes down the hall in pajamas, his eyes are still heavy. I put Ale down on the sofa and give him a kiss on his forehead. My husband sits with him and shows him a picture book of trucks. I grab my coat and bag and I slip out the front door.


I enter at the hospital where I work as a labor and delivery nurse at 7am through the revolving doors. The elevator in the back lobby takes me up to the sixth floor. At the nurses station they are having the change of shift staff meeting. I get my assignment – Room 5 and Room 9.

Throughout the day I walk in and out of these rooms. Each one is a world in itself. I have been in each room hundreds of times but the rooms come alive with the presence of the patients, their families and their belongings.

The rooms can transform into fragrant gardens filled with flowers and bright light with the window shades up. A hippy mama sanctuary with quiet reggae music playing in the background, and the scent of massage oil thick in the air while the expectant mom bounces on a birthing ball. The rooms can sadly become somber and dark yet full of love when there is a fetal demise.

At 5:27pm my patient in Room 9 gives birth to a baby girl. After the delivery I escape into the privacy of the supply room to check my phone. I hope to find a photo or video of Ale from my husband with an update on his day at daycare. A photo of him playing in the sandbox greets me. I smile, reach for a bag of IV fluid and run back into Room 9.


It’s 8:45pm by the time I re-enter my home. As I walk through the door I hear basketball on TV and smell the roasted chicken and potatoes my husband made for us for dinner. Ale is asleep. Like always I want to go and wake him. Instead I kiss his head and wait for the morning to come again.

This is my extremely loose interpretation of the Weekly Writing Challenge : Through the Door


Daily Prompt: Success!

Yesterday Ale and I went to see his pediatrician for his 18 month check up. For the first time at the pediatrician’s office I had nothing to ask and no concerns to mention. I knew Ale was on target developmentally, healthy, and happy. Ale eats broccoli, scribbles on paper, says a few words, and sleeps through the night. I felt like I finally succeeded as a new parent!
I was always a great parent but I never gave myself credit for it. I fell into the new mommy trap of reading on line (The joys of Crying it Out), listening to other moms tell me what I was doing wrong (What! Your son does not eat a peanut butter sandwich by himself at 8 months! My kid eats everything!), and taking into consideration what strangers said to me (You should do xyz, and xyz, and don’t forget xyz….). What was wrong with this was that I was not listening to myself or my baby.
Sleep was a huge issue. Ale was always easy to put to sleep. The problem was that he would wake up up to six times a night on the worse nights. This occurred until he was over a year. At night I hated him, my husband and myself. I would wake up exhausted and enraged. We tried all the methods. It disturbed me to see Ale cry, vomit and poop on himself when we did not come to console him. Then one night at about 13 months, he climbed out of his crib, and walked to the bathroom and banged on the door looking for us. That was when I knew we had to make a change. This is when we fully embraced co-sleeping. Since then he has slept through the night. My husband and I also get to sleep more which makes me a happy mama. It was a win win. I still get odd looks, and reprimands from people but you know what: I. DON’T. CARE! Since I stopped caring what others think of my parenting style I knew that I excelled at parenting.
The last few days I have been going through various mommy blogs and the topic of mommy bullying has come up a lot. So here is my two cents: STOP! We are all in this crazy chaos of mamahood together. There is no book, website, friend or stranger who can tell you what to do. There is no one size fits all parenting style. Just support and encourage the mamas that you know. Do not belittle them.
Daily Prompt: Success!
Tell us about a time where everything you’d hoped would happen actually did.

Daily Prompt: The Glass / Parenting Paradox

Daily Prompt: The Glass
Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?
Since becoming a mom I am suddenly obsessed with time. Meaning my lifetime and my time with my son. Having a baby made me clearly see that I have a finite time on earth. I am astonished at how quickly he is growing and how fast the time is passing.  In this respect I am sadly seeing the glass as almost empty.
One the other hand I am enjoying each moment with my little boy. I am looking forward to each day, each milestone. I am even anxious to know what kind of man he will become.  So in this regard the glass is way more than half-full- its spilling over the brim!
I never realized that parenting will be filled with so many paradoxes. 
What I really need to do is forget about the glass being half full or half empty. I need to be more like my husband and my son and live in the moment and ENJOY that sweet glass of wine  in my hand! Cheers!

Photo Challenge: From Above

Photo Challenge: From Above

Can you spot the baby?

From Above. Change your perspective on something. Share a photo of a subject which you shot from directly above.


Daily Prompt: The Little Things/ The Girl With A Star


This morning when I read the email of today’s daily prompt :

Describe a little thing — one of the things you love that define you worlds but is often overlooked.

I immediately thought that that this was intriguing topic but what could I possibly write about? Later in the morning I went into my bedroom and I passed my dresser. On it is a little pewter figurine about two inches tall of a little girl holding a star that my grandmother gave me when I was about six years old. This is such a small item that I often forget that its there and I’m sure my husband does not even know it exists. Unfortunately, I don’t remember what the occasion was or the reason why she gave it to me. That does not matter. What matters is that this figurine has been one of the little things that has managed to stay with me physically and emotionally through the years.

As a little girl I was fascinated by the girl with a star. I loved her flowing dress and how the artist was able to capture each ruffle. I thought of how she might of caught the star and how proud she must be to have caught it. In many ways I later internalized this to be a representation of myself. I was that little girl with a star. I guess I consider myself lucky in the sense that I have so far gotten through life unscathed. I am married, have my little boy, home, car and a good job. Most importantly I am happy. These are the things I’m sure my grandmother desired for me when she gave it to me. This is what every grandparent or parent wants for their children; to be happy and secure.

My grandmother and I share the same name- Edith. We also share the same profession- Nursing. This figurine of the girl with a star was in my pocket the day I took the exam for my RN license and it steadied me through the medication calculation and pharmacology questions. This little figurine of the girl with a star has been with me across continents. It has been on various bedside tables or dressers no matter where in the world I was. This is my link to my grandmother, who through this figurine, is always watching over me and my family.

Daily Prompt:

Describe a little thing — one of the things you love that define you worlds but is often overlooked.

Denial- 18 months What??!!

I am in denial.

Two examples of my denial:

1- Me getting Ale ready for day care: “Ale, why do your clothes fit you so funny? Is this a short sleeved shirt? I think your pants shrunk in the wash. Stop squirming so much silly guy, your shirt won’t go over your head! What is going on with your shoes today?”

Um hello! Wake up! The clothing tags clearly say- 9 months, your son is 18 months!!

2- Me: “Ale! Look at all of your toys. You have so many nice things. Why don’t you play with Sophie the Giraffe?”

Ale : “Truck!”

Me: “What? You can say truck? When did that happen?

Um, hello! The boy loved Sophie six months ago. He has moved on and wants a truck to play with! AND he can tell you that he wants to play with it.


I can hear Ale as an older kid, “Mom! What do you know about ____? That was so six months ago. Get with it!”. Now I understand why parents seem so out of touch to their kids. They are just having trouble (aka: denial) with keeping up with all of their changes, new likes, wants. It happens way too fast. At a speed that’s incomprehensible.

As with any denial, I must now come to terms with the fact that Ale is 18 months. First step is to give him a long look over and acknowledge that he is truly a toddler and is almost getting too heavy to hold comfortably in my arms. Second step is to go buy Ale some new clothes and a toy truck! Finally, the third step is to play with him, give him lots of tickles and just enjoy him in all of his 18 month old glory.

Daily Prompt: Personal Space


I was one of those teenage girls with a diary. It started when I was 12. I had the typical diary with a lock (which you could pick with a paper clip) and read in girly pink and green letters “Diary”. As I got older I would look for notebooks with nice paper and I bought good pens to write with. I filled each page with teenage angst, photos, ticket stubs, maps. When I was in my 20’s I stopped keeping a diary or journal. I tried again few times later on but I never stuck to it. Now I’m a few years shy of 40 and I’m journaling again.

What made me go back to journaling/ blogging?? Becoming a mother!! My intension was not to just jot down all of the amazing milestones my boy made. It was to keep me sane!! Never before did I find myself in a situation that I felt like I had no control. It was like being a teen again with an identity crisis. Its not that I disliked being a mom its just that I unexpectedly stepped into an abyss of the unknown.

For the last year I have been using the Dayone App for my personal thoughts. However, I yearned for an audience larger than one (myself) to really make sure that I had not lost my mommy mind. I approached blogging as a way to connect with other new moms. I turned to WordPress after using Tumbler. Tumbler was too young for me and too short. I wanted something more in-depth. In turn, on WordPress I found amazing mom bloggers, of all ages and backgrounds, who like me are trying to stay sane and have a blast with their kids.

I would lie if I did not admit to the fact that I am always looking at the WordPress stats. I love getting likes and new followers. However, I know that my mommy musings are not earth shattering nor do I write with an over the top style. I write like me. You hear my voice in each post. I just hope that I can connect with a few moms and non moms just the same way as I did with others. My goal is for another new mom to read a post and say “Ok, she made it though. I will too.”

Daily Prompt: Personal Space


To what extent is your blog a place for your own self-expression and creativity vs. a site designed to attract readers? How do you balance that? If sticking to certain topics and types of posts meant your readership would triple, would you do it?