Baseball, Boy Mom, Essential Oils, Motherhood, Parenting, Self Care, Uncategorized

Summertime Survival with Essential Oils

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I am so grateful for the opportunity to spend the summer at home with my kids. I know the stress of having to find childcare during the summer, financially, emotionally,  it’s rough. Also rough,  getting sick during the summer. Thankfully, this summer has been full of healthy fun in the sun and I want to share a few of the tools that have made that possible.

We’ve spent many days and nights out and about, between baseball, swimming, Disney, basketball, and road trips, our summer has been great. That does not mean it’s been stress free. Summer is a great time to clean and declutter. I love the idea of minimalism and am taking small steps towards that lifestyle. So far I have donated and tossed makeup, old broken items, books, clothes, toys, and shoes. Decluttering with children is hard though, the fighting, the inability to toss anything, I’ve wanted to pull my hair out a few times but that’s when Stress Away and Valor oils come in. A few drops on my wrists, a few deep breaths, and it’s all good. I put a few drops in the diffuser and the whole family calms down.

Summer has also been about shaved ice, burgers, pizza, hot dogs, soda, chips, candy, ceviche, sometimes all in one day. Tummygize oil has helped with all those stomach issues that result from our go big or go home attitude about summer foods.

We have had a few baseball games in over 90 degree weather. On those days, peppermint has been a life saver. It helps lower body temperature, so before games, even before my son puts his baseball uniform on, I have him apply peppermint to the bottoms of his feet, and back of his neck. I also add a bit of salt to a small glass bottle, ten drops of peppermint, and top with water. It’s comes in very handy in my bag, I bring it out anytime the kids and I need to cool off.

Thank the Lord we have been healthy all summer. I did lose my voice a few times after getting excited at baseball games. Those days, a drop of Thieves oil over honey, with hot water makes a great immunity boosting, throat soothing tea. A little cough, a little sneeze, THIEVES to the rescue. In the diffuser, or applied on the bottoms of our feet has kept us healthy all summer and we will be using it even more when school starts. Thieves has a big line of products, from cleaners, to hand sanitizer, and we use them all.

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Baseball, Boy Mom, Motherhood, Parenting, Self Care

Mother and Son Time

 

My oldest was an only child for six and a half years. Five of those years it was just us two as we didn’t always live with dad. We lived next door to my parents but early on I set boundaries with them, and they were very understanding.  I’ve always liked doing my own thing, and my son and I spent a lot of time together, just us two. I still maintain the same boundaries with them now. They don’t always like it, but they are respectful.  We went out to eat, shopping, the beach, amusement parks, took road trips, just us two.  He even went to college with me and helped me find a job at the University Student Union at Cal State LA.

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Fast forward a few years and now I have three boys. The little ones are now six and three and do not leave my sight. We do everything together and that means, my oldest and I don’t get quality time. The last time we got a chance to go grab some iced coffee was maybe a year ago, we had family over and the little ones took a nap, so we snuck out. Thinking about it makes me so sad. As a mother of boys I know how important the relationship between a mother and son is, it’s the reason why so many men are toxic, those unresolved mommy issues, it’s a real concern of mine, because it’s not always possible for us.

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Summer was going to be pretty chill until dad mentioned summer baseball for my oldest.  Hijole! Summer baseball means tournaments, which sometimes mean 3 games in one day. I was not all in but I agreed, only with the understanding that we would keep my six year old in basketball. He agreed. Divide and conquer was the name of the game.  One Sunday, I took my oldest to baseball, while he took the two little ones to basketball. It was amazing.  I felt absolutely no guilt, which was pretty awesome. I mean, I’m with my kids 24/7, so I was not mad about it. I wasn’t running after kids, I got to relax, and enjoy the game. After the game I wanted to rush home, but after checking in and finding out we had family over, I felt comfortable hanging out and chatting with other baseball parents. My son asked if we could go out to lunch and I said, yes. “Wait, are you serious?” he said. He was surprised, heck, so was I, this kind of opportunity rarely ever presents itself, so we took it. We had so much fun. During lunch he even shared feeling like a proud parent watching me socialize with other parents, something I don’t normally do. He said, “I’m happy for you mom. You deserve to relax.” I cried. He rolled his eyes, “Really??? Don’t cry!” After lunch he asked for ice cream, something we again, don’t normally do because the little ones have several food allergies. So we got flavors we can’t get around the boys.  Give me all the nuts! I look forward to spending more one on one time with my son, it’s good for the both of us. The tween years are hard, I have to remind myself that behind the attitude and eye rolling is my sweet boy, our one on one time reminded me of that.

Do you spend time just with your child? What’s the plan? How do you make it work? I’d love ideas.

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Yo Soy La Madre

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Many moons ago when I gave birth to my very first baby boy I had such a hard time dealing with people thinking I was the nanny. My little guy looked nothing like me, an almost nine pound butterball baby with big chachetes and two little slits for eyes. He looked just like dad who is Japanese. I would be so offended when I would tell folks, “He’s mine” and people would respond, “Noooooo. He looks nothing like you.” I knew that, I also knew I carried him for 40 weeks, had swollen feet, migraines, and delivered that big ol’ baby myself.  During this time I was also having a hard time nursing and was suffering from some major PPD. Those comments would break me. With time, I got over it…kind of, and since I’m what my family calls a Xerox machine had two more boys that looked nothing like me, so I got used to all of the stares and questions. I got lots of practice explaining to folks that my boys were indeed mine, and was so close to pulling the chichi out and nursing them, but people would have just said, “Look at this woman, who does she think she is, Salma Hayek?!”  Aunt and grandma come over and hang out often, I can see the confused look on people’s faces trying to figure our family out when we are in public or at least try to figure out what my role is.  Once, after a basketball game the coach told everyone to thank my son’s mom for the snacks and they all looked over at his aunt and said, Thaaaaaaank you Kai’s mommmm.” I just about died. That moment brought back so many feelings. I let them  know real quick and everyone laughed it off.  Clearly I still need to work through some stuff, but just in case anyone is wondering who I am, yo soy la madre, even made that my IG handle.

Makes me wonder how other parents and multicultural families react to these situations. Do your children look more like one parent than the other? Have you ever been confused for being the nanny?

 

 

Boy Mom, Daughter, Parenting, Uncategorized

Daddy’s Girl

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Some days I wake up thinking about my dad.  This morning was one of them. I miss his greeting. I miss having coffee with him in the morning. Sometimes, even at 37, a girl just needs her daddy.

As a kid we’d wake up to his greetings, “Good morning viejilla” As a little girl, I had no clue what the impact of having such a loving, caring, compassionate dad would have on my self esteem and adult life. I took it for granted. I thought all dads lived and loved the way my dad did (and still does). He worked nights and three jobs, his regular night job, cleaned offices after that one, and did yard work one on the weekends.  When he wasn’t working he was home, washing our cars, cutting our grass, or deep cleaning the house like washing our carpet or buffing our floors, no joke, our home was always spotless. Growing up our home was always full, family visiting, parties, barbecues, the walls in our home are full of laughter, and stories, and love.  My dad was the reason for all of this. As the head of our home he set the example, work hard, love hard. You couldn’t catch him on a bad day. I truly believe that this is because he is so full of gratitude. As a young boy he had to leave his home because his parents could not provide for him and went to live with his uncle. He was a farm hand living with cousins at the age of eleven. The same age as my oldest is right now.  He shares growing up in poverty with an abusive father and knowing that was not the life he wanted.  My uncle was tough, but taught my dad so much about life, was a great father figure, and my dad is so grateful for all of it. My dad is grateful for good friends, friends that are family. Some have passed but we speak about them so much, that even people that never met them, know them by name (RIP Morras).  My dad is grateful for my mom, and compliments her, and brags about her any chance he gets. He also takes really good care of her because someone once told him, “Happy wife, happy life” and that’s what he wanted, a happy life.

My dad is a friend and my role model to many.  I wanted to share stories about him because he always says, “Las flores se dan en vida.” He is against bringing music and flowers to funerals as says by then it’s too late, that we should do it when people are alive. He was a little sick recently, he is better now, but I figured why wait to share stories about him and his life. I could go on about him forever, and I just might.

 

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Motherhood, Multicultural Children, Parenting, Self Care, Uncategorized

Frijolitos

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Every single day, in the most mundane of tasks, I find beauty and peace, and feel that I am closer to finding my happy place. Daily tasks that transport me back to my childhood are my favorite. Recently the task was washing and preparing beans. As a child, my sisters and I were given the task of picking rocks and dirt off of beans and washing them. I love making beans. Washing them and hearing the noise they make (think first grade diy maracas), feeling them between my fingers is so relaxing, better than a stress ball, and like I mentioned, it transports me to my childhood, a happy and humble place. It takes me back to delicious meals full of rich scents, herbaceous spicy scents, open all the windows and doors, run out the house, I’m having a hard time breathing type of scents. Can you relate? We had leftover beans and I put them in the fridge. Today, I brought them out, added spices, and some tomato sauce, and made chili. I also made short grained rice because chili rice is one of my kids’ favorite meals. It’s one of those must have meals when we attend Japanese festivals. It made me think about rice and beans. A staple meal, it’s filling, cheap and easy to make, and so full of love when prepared by family. I love finding similarities between Japanese and Mexican culture. I love passing these traditions and meals down to our children. I hope they make these foods for their children, and that they too are transported back to their childhood.

 

I’d love to know what foods takes you back to your childhood?

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Boy Mom, Community Building, Funny Stories, Motherhood, Multicultural Children, Parenting, Self Care, Uncategorized

Mas rapido cae un hablador…

It’s so easy to say what people should be doing, how they should be parenting, or what you would never do when it’s not your life at the moment. Little by little the older I get I have learned that we are all trying to do the best we can with what we have. What we need as parents is to cut each other and ourselves a break. I almost cry tears of laughter every single time my kids want to be pushed in those enormously ridiculous shopping carts with the steering wheels on them. I said I would NEVER be seen pushing MY kid in one of those embarrassing carts. Well here I am, ridicula AF but look at mi niño. Happy as can be. In the end, that’s what it’s about, making sure our families are healthy and happy. No one is a better judge of that than the parent.

Just for laughs, here’s a list of other things I said I would never do:

  1. I would never be the parent scraping stickers off of furniture or car windows. Lemon oil gets it right off BTW
  2. I would never let my kids own toy weapons. Not my idea but you know, pick your battles.
  3. I would never be a part of mommy groups. My PostPartum Tribe is amazing!
  4. I would never be a stay at home mom, that life is not for me…

 

Is there something you said you’d never do? Do you cringe or laugh it off?

 

Teikirisi friends, we’re all just trying to get through this life one day at a time.

 

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Community Building, Entrepreneurship, Motherhood, Uncategorized

Starting Hijos De Su Madre Apparel

I’ve had the idea of starting an apparel company for a while but my fears of what people would say, what if I didn’t succeed, I don’t know anything about fashion OR business would take over. We seriously are our own worst enemies. This summer though, I did it, I started Hijos De Su Madre Apparel, I started it scared, I started it at the worst possible time (Summer with three boys), but I started. I wanted to share how it came about.

Because two of our children have severe food allergies, I spend a lot of time in the kitchen. A lot. I love listening to podcasts to help make my kitchen time more enjoyable, and I found the Super Mamas Podcast. I was listening to it all of the time, listening to mothers who had followed their dreams while caring for their children. It was awesome, it got my wheels spinning but I was still scared. I then found the Tamarindo Podcast and they were interviewing Lucia, owner of Twisted 4 Sugar I was so excited to hear a local mother that decided to pursue a business goal leaving behind a 9 to 5, to be with her children, and I began to think what if I did it, what if I could start a business, and work it really hard, and succeed.

I met with my sisters and cousin and we began brainstorming and business planning. They were not only encouraging, but knowledgeable, my sister is a successful business owner and has grown her business over the past ten years, and my cousin has experience in the apparel industry. That’s the thing, if you’re going to do something don’t share it with just anyone. Be picky, find people that are knowledgeable, that are positive, that are helpful. So we worked in silence and on June 25th, 2017 we launched at Molcajete Dominguero. I was so excited and nervous that I showed up an hour early and had a chance to meet Gladys (mi tocaya) and Octavio the creators and organizers of Molcajete Dominguero. When I introduced myself I realized Octavio was one of the hosts of the Tamarindo Podcast! I had no clue. I knew this was a great sign. I’m a huge believer in signs. Then, I see Lucia from Twisted set up and I had to introduce myself and tell her how she had inspired me. She was one of my first customers, and encouraged me to create a website, and even sent me the information. I launched our website the very next day.

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With Lucia from Twisted 4 Sugar

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We are in our third month and I am learning as I go. Our business is growing, we are growing on Instagram, participating in more vendor events, and making so many amazing connections. I am excited to be on this journey and can’t wait to continue to grow now that the boys will be in school.

If you’d like to start a business I have a few tips:

Be picky. Only share your ideas with encouraging, positive people.

Find people who are where you want to be and learn how they got there.

Network. Attend events, join communities that encourage growth.

Learn as much as you can.

Do it even if you’re scared.

Don’t get discouraged, everything takes time.

Suerte!

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