Mama Strong

Mama Strong

Becoming a mama defiantly proved to me that I was a physically strong woman. Two years ago I pushed out a screaming 7lb baby boy. Now that takes strength- and a strong epidural! What is paradoxical about birth (no matter if its vaginal or c-section) is that its just a moment in your life as a mama. For first time mom’s the perception is that this is the pinacle moment. The be all and end all of motherhood. Its not. Its just a first step in the long road that twists and turns. The birth of my little boy was undoubtably the most amazing day of my life but it was just a day. I’m Ale’s mama for a lifetime. (Sorry, Ale! You are stuck with me!)

I somehow find my mama strength each morning when I wake up. I know I have to tackle the day and provide love, joy and security to my boy even when I’m sick, feeling down or have other things on my mind. I muster up the strength and get it done- with a smile (most of the time). Its Ale’s- all of him from the curly mop of hair on his head to the senseless tantrums that he throws- that is the source of strength. My husband and my mom are my pillars when I need someone to hold me up when I feel my strength fading. My blog is my outlet to get it all out- the joys and the upsets to share with my fellow mama bloggers. I enjoy hearing their encouragement and words of wisdom. I need the strength of this support system to keep me mama strong. A hot mug of coffee in the morning does a great deal of help too 😉

In response to today’s NaBloPoMo at BlogHer.

Monday, January 13, 2014
Eleanor Roosevelt said: “A woman is like a tea bag – you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.” Tell us about a time you felt your strength.

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Daily Prompt: Simply Irresistible

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Tell us about the favorite dish or food that you simply cannot turn down.

I live with a toddler who has been sick for the last few days and is the world’s most picky eater. This means that today my son has not eaten much of anything. I honestly think he would rather starve to death waiting for a huge plate of spaghetti bolognese than eat a vegetable or try something new.

This is something that I simply can not understand. I love to eat. I love to try new foods. I can not remember a time that I did not enjoy food. I can also honestly say that I do not have a favorite dish that I can not live without. What I find irresistible changes from day to day and where I am and what I am doing. If I’m at work and it’s been an extremely busy day I can not pass up the box of donuts that someone brings in. I will eat a chocolate glazed donut like it was water from heaven and long for a coffee to accompany it. When I am at the beach in the south of Spain I must have pescaito frito (fried fish) and wash it down with an ice cold draft beer. Thanksgiving is coming and I am craving my mom’s herb and sausage stuffing. For dessert I’m looking forward to enjoying pumpkin pie with fresh whipped cream.

I hope that my enthusiasm for food will eventually reach my little boy. Each day I present him with something new. Sometimes the food will pass the finger poke test and he will eat it. Most times he will sit stubbornly in his high chair and say “spaghetti?” or “cupcake?” in hopes that if maybe he says it three times it will become a reality. One day I am sure we will enjoy a delectable meal together. What I am most certain of is that one day he will eat us out of house and home.

Photo of breakfast in Spain- coffee with milk, churros, and toast with crushed tomato and olive oil.

Daily Post: Home Sweet Home

When you’re away from home, what person, thing, or place do you miss the most?
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I’m currently away from home. I am in Spain visiting my husband’s family. As long as I have my husband and my son close to me I don’t really miss my home. My home is wherever they are. I am also assured by the fact that my home in New York will be there waiting for our return.

My subconscious will tell you otherwise. When I dream of home I dream of the home I grew up in with my mom. Those walls will never leave me. Even if I have my son and husband in the dream the location of “home” is where I grew up. I will always want to return to her home and curl up with her on the sofa to relish in the familiarity that has entered every cell of my body.

Daily Post: Home Sweet Home

Forget the Pill- Give Me Air and Kisses

A little late but here is June 4th’s Daily Prompt:

If you could get all the nutrition you needed in a day with a pill — no worrying about what to eat, no food preparation — would you do it?

 

I love to eat! I love to try new foods. I grew up in New York City and some of my favorite childhood memories revolve around food. Cooking at home with my dad, going to eat lunch at my friend’s home who was Japanese, Puerto Rican, Greek, or Jamaican.

When I was pregnant one of the top things on my baby registry list was the Beaba baby food maker. I could not wait to to whip up yummy nutritious purees, then move on to fun finger foods and I envisioned fun days of cooking and baking with my son. I even looked up local cooking classes for toddlers.

Oh, what a naive mom-to-be I was.

Next to sleeping habits- feeding my sweet little Ale has been a nightmare.

My first night at home from the hospital– Ale screaming, no wet diaper, no poop, lips were dry. At midnight I franticly sent my husband out to get formula. Thank goodness we live close to a 24hr pharmacy. Then came the struggle that I overcame with breastfeeding. When I could introduce solid foods I was super excited. Then I realized Ale had his own opinions about food. He essentially is either too busy to eat or he must exercise his own will. At nine months he was eating my homemade purees, and yoghurt with gusto. Then one day he discovered that he could pick up food with his fingers and it all went downhill from there. For almost two months he refused to eat anything that required a spoon.

Now he is a toddler. He says no! Mine! and is quick to push away the dinner that I lovingly made. I even have to chase after him to eat ice cream and banana bread! Right now the only food he will voluntarily eat are Cheddar Bunnies. So if my my long skinny baby who is 19 months and only weighs about 23lbs could choose, would most likely skip the daily pill concept. The pill would either be too red, too blue, or would not pass the finger poke test. Ale would much prefer to live off of air and mama’s kisses.

That idealized Michelin roll baby who eats everything with a smile is not my son.

Michelin Man

Michelin Man (Photo credit: SouthEastern Star ★)

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Daily Prompt: Bittersweet Memories

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Unfortunately, sometimes the tissue paper is the best part of the gift that you carefully selected.

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Daily Prompt:
You receive a gift that is bittersweet and makes you nostalgic. What is it?

Photographers, show us GIFT.
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Daily Prompt: Feed Your Senses

Daily Prompt:
Write down the first sight, sound, smell, and sensation you experienced on waking up today. Pick the one you’re most drawn to, and write. (For a bigger challenge, pick the one you’re least drawn to.)

**Sight**: Ale sitting straight up in bed. He still looks half asleep. His uncombed curly hair sticks out in all directions. He smiles and points out of the bedroom.

**Sound**: “Papa?”

**Smell**: If papa is in the living room then why do I not smell coffee being made? He has to make coffee now.

**Sensation**: Why oh why do I have to get up? It’s 7am on a Saturday- I’m so sleepy.

I’m most drawn to the sensation of the lack of sleep. I have not slept well since *before* I was pregnant. During the pregnancy I suffered from insomnia, and back discomfort. I was a stomach sleeper. Then came the basketball belly. Now I never sleep well even on that one night I was home alone. I swear I heard Ale wake up even though he was miles away.

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