This is my final post for volume IV of the sling diaries: everything shines. You can follow along with my fellow sakura loves here. I am wearing the simple linen baby sling in Caribbean. I want to thank Sakura Bloom for allowing to be a part of this amazing journey with so many incredible mothers and fathers. It has been a privilege and an honor. Wearing Lucas has been such an important, vital part of my life for the past two years and I will treasure the memories forever. Lucas,Saturday afternoon we walked together as a family to a carnival in the neighborhood. I saw it being set up last week. The workers assembling the rides, flashing lights, and polyester teddy bears being hung up in colorful rows. I spent the last few days talking your dads ear off about how I couldn’t wait to take you and oh my goodness – the car carrousel! You love cars buddy and just the thought of watching your face light up as you got to choose which specific car you wanted to ride in (you are quite opinionated), well, it made me smile from ear to ear. You see, I live for these adventures with you. The way your eyes grow wide with excitement and your mouth slowly forms an O. The way only a two year old can shout “wowwwww”. Pure Joy. When I pick you up from nursery school, I rush to collect your paintings from the day, throw your hat on, and scurry out the door so we can slowly walk home. What should be a 10 minute walk usually turns into 20, sometimes 30 minutes, and more often than not it is the highlight of my day. We stop to look at the window fronts – the best ones are the fish market and the model airplane shop. Sometimes we find a stoop to sit on and chat about your day while you eat a bag of platano chips. My little one, every day is an adventure with you. When I take the time to view the world through your eyes, everything seems that much more magical, beautiful, innocent, and exciting. Thank you for teaching your mami this lesson. I know there are times when I seem rushed. Dinner has to be made, there are emails sitting in my inbox, the rugs are covered in dog hair and I need to vacuum for what seems like the millionth time that week. Thank you for being so forgiving. Thank you for shoving a ninja turtle in my face and telling me to “sit, mama!”. Because emails can wait. Donatello and Michaelangelo are where it’s at. Playing and listening to you is an adventure in itself. I’m constantly amazed by your growth and your love of learning. Two years old and you already seem to have a grasp on what’s important in life. Cheers to a lifetime of adventures together. Te amo, Mami
This is my fifth post for volume IV of the sling diaries: everything shines. You can follow along with my fellow sakura loves here. I am wearing the simple silk baby sling in midnight.
“Silence is one of the great arts of conversation.”
One of the most important jobs we have as parents is mastering the art of listening. Often times with the hustle and bustle of being a mama, listening – I mean really listening – to our children gets lost. There’s dinner to be made, diapers to be changed, laundry to be folded, and toys to clean up. I get it. Moms are the busiest human beings on the planet. However that is not an excuse for our children’s voice and words to get lost.
Lucas’s language skills are blossoming at a rapid face. He thrives on engagement and his favorite person in the world to chat with is his mama. We are constantly having conversations and man I just love hearing him articulate his thoughts. I make sure to ask him about his day every evening. We chat about color and cars..ya know..worldly topics for a two year old. I encourage him to express his emotions. When he’s sad I ask him why. When he’s happy I embrace his joy and laugh with him. Even if it’s after a toot because who am I kidding, toddler farts are hilarious.
I never want Lucas to feel I am too busy to listen to him. His words are the the most important thing in the world to me and I want him to know his voice matters. I long for him to be a man who isn’t afraid to express the type of emotions deemed “feminine” by our society. I want him to be strong with a voice that is not big, but instead thoughtful. I know that this beautiful voice of his is being shaped now. That he requires my full attention, witty banter, and more often than not – my silence. The art of listening will flourish in our home, I promise you that my sweet boy.
Be still my heart. Is there anything sexier than a daddy who carries his baby? I think not. Back to the point of this post ; ) We are loving, loving, loving our 7 A.M. Cygnet baby cover. Lucas has been carried since birth and it is such an essential part of our daily routine with him – even at two years old. The Cygnet cover is a life savor. Many times when we are carrying Lucas his pants ride up a bit exposing his little ankles and fussing with a blanket to cover his legs plus a bag plus bulky outerwear = annoying. The cover snaps right on to any carrier using velcro and keeps your baby nice and snug while being fuss free. It’s super light weight (seriously, it weighs nothing!) and is water proof to boot. I highly recommend this to all my fellow baby wearing mamas!
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This is my fourth post for volume IV of the sling diaries: everything shines. You can follow along with my fellow sakura loves here. I am wearing the simple silk baby sling in midnight.
On a cold Saturday evening my little family bundled up and walked to Museum Mile. The Guggenheim was calling our names.It fills my heart with such happiness to share all the beauty this city of ours has to offer with my littlest love. The arts played an immense part of my childhood and helped shape the woman I am today. I attended my first concert at Madison Square Garden at just eight years old (Whitney Houston, in case you were curious!). That same year I watched actors float across a Broadway stage, belting out classics from Grease as my eyes filled with wonderment. Every weekend my mother made sure to take me to a museum, an art class, or a new neighborhood to explore. I was enrolled in dance and still remember the freedom and grace that our bodies can ignite-. I want this for Lucas.
My budding, curious boy has the world at his fingers. For now it is up to his father and I to show him..to give him the freedom to touch, dance, explore. Academics are important, sure. But in all honesty I don’t believe that a standard classroom regimen is the key to success. In order to find your true calling, to find your passion, to find out who you are, the arts are key. I want Lucas to try an instrument. To feel the smooth keys of a piano beneath his long fingers. I want Lucas to dance! To feel the rhythm of a salsa ballad run through his core. I want Lucas to paint. To watch his own masterpiece take form with every brush stroke. To me, this is living, and I want to give Lucas every opportunity in the world to feel these tangible emotions and make a decision based on his life experiences on what path he chooses to take as an young adult. Maybe he will be a scientist. But he also may very well choose to be the next Felipe Polanco.
So instead of another episode of Sesame Street where a screen was teaching him about the color green, we headed off to the museum. Where he could learn by exploring and experiencing the rich colors (green included ;).
This is my second post for volume IV of the sling diaries: everything shines. You can follow along with my fellow sakura loves here. I am wearing the simple silk baby sling in midnight.
My dearest Lucas,
I dreamed of you long before you were mine my beautiful boy. I always knew I wanted to be a mother. I dreamed of the day a little soul would belong to me. The morning I found out that I was pregnant I sat on the edge of the bed, stunned, tears of joy caressing my cheeks. A mother. I was going to be a mother. 2 months later, right before your papa and I were to find out your gender I had a vivid dream of a beautiful little boy. Running wild with a head of sandy brown hair. I knew you long before the first time you were placed in my arms.
For months I envisioned what you would be like. What I wanted for you. What I hoped and wished for our life as a family. None of that matters now. I quickly learned that this life of yours is just that. Yours. I can only be your guide, your mentor, your shoulder to lean on. You are my vivacious boy. So spirited and full of life and joy. You are my explorer. My boy with a heart of gold. When you wake in the morning you snuggle on my chest and softly stroke my arms. You have a sensitive soul that I only want to guard and protect. I dream and hope that everyone you encounter in life appreciates these beautiful characteristics as much as your mama. I dream of you seeing the world, discovering who you are, one day becoming a papa. I hope your own dreams are big! So big you feel like you can conquer anything, do anything, and touch the lives of those around you. I am so in love with this journey called motherhood and seeing the world through your eyes. Mi amor, life is yours for the taking. One dream at a time. Mama will be just a few footsteps behind, just in case you ever need to turn around and grab hold of my hand. We can be dreamers together.
I am honored to be amongst 17 amazing mamas and papas for volume IV of the sling diaries: everything shines. I will be documenting my baby wearing journey with sakura bloom for the next six months. You can follow along with my fellow sakura loves here. I am wearing the simple silk baby sling in midnight.
New York City. I have quite the love affair with this city of mine. Born and raised, I fall into the category of those who proudly boast “I will never leave!”. On November 20th I went into labor with Lucas. It was a cold, dark evening when I walked (waddled) into Colombia Presbyterian hospital, located in the heart of Washington Heights. 32 hours later my prince stormed into the world, the glass windows of the birthing room showing off NYC and all it’s beauty in the morning light. The tall buildings, crown molding dating back to a time in New york I only dream of experiencing, the graffiti marked walls dotting the city with color. A Big Apple welcome for my seven pound New Yorker. There’s a reason why NYC has been dubbed the melting pot of the world. A city that never sleeps and is immersed in culture. Within a 5 block radius of our apartment we can choose between Indian, Chinese, Italian, Tai, or Japanese cuisine. Lucas has developed quite the palate. There are countless playgrounds to choose from. And then there’s the best back yard (in my humble opinion) that ever was – Central Park. One of my very favorite cultural gems is Spanish Harlem. On our walks through El Barrio Lucas dances to the blaring salsa music coming from tiny apartment windows and the smell of maduros (Lucas’s favorite treat) fills the streets. Oh, and the art! From painted classics that fill giant white rooms on Museum Row to the equally special street murals, a part of our daily routine is learning about and appreciating all the masterpieces our city has to offer. I think what I Iove most, and what I’m truly excited for, is Lucas’s exposure to all walks of life. I see Lucas float from child to child at the playground and it prides me to know he doesn’t see color. He doesn’t know color. He looks at me with widened, excited eyes as if to say “look mama, I made a new friend!”. What could be better than that? To raise our children to look for the amazing qualities in a person and befriend them because they love what’s inside – that’s all that really matters, isn’t it? So thank you New York City, our very own mecca of culture, art, and love, for helping me raise my son to be the man I know he is destined to become. A stand up human being who accepts the world with a big heart and sparkling brown eyes that see no cultural boundaries. Just beauty.
This is my final post for volume IV of the sling diaries: everything shines. You can follow along with my fellow sakura loves here. I am wearing the simple linen baby sling in Caribbean. I want to thank Sakura Bloom for allowing to be a part of this amazing journey with so many incredible mothers and fathers. It has been a privilege and an honor. Wearing Lucas has been such an important, vital part of my life for the past two years and I will treasure the memories forever. Lucas,Saturday afternoon we walked together as a family to a carnival in the neighborhood. I saw it being set up last week. The workers assembling the rides, flashing lights, and polyester teddy bears being hung up in colorful rows. I spent the last few days talking your dads ear off about how I couldn’t wait to take you and oh my goodness – the car carrousel! You love cars buddy and just the thought of watching your face light up as you got to choose which specific car you wanted to ride in (you are quite opinionated), well, it made me smile from ear to ear. You see, I live for these adventures with you. The way your eyes grow wide with excitement and your mouth slowly forms an O. The way only a two year old can shout “wowwwww”. Pure Joy. When I pick you up from nursery school, I rush to collect your paintings from the day, throw your hat on, and scurry out the door so we can slowly walk home. What should be a 10 minute walk usually turns into 20, sometimes 30 minutes, and more often than not it is the highlight of my day. We stop to look at the window fronts – the best ones are the fish market and the model airplane shop. Sometimes we find a stoop to sit on and chat about your day while you eat a bag of platano chips. My little one, every day is an adventure with you. When I take the time to view the world through your eyes, everything seems that much more magical, beautiful, innocent, and exciting. Thank you for teaching your mami this lesson. I know there are times when I seem rushed. Dinner has to be made, there are emails sitting in my inbox, the rugs are covered in dog hair and I need to vacuum for what seems like the millionth time that week. Thank you for being so forgiving. Thank you for shoving a ninja turtle in my face and telling me to “sit, mama!”. Because emails can wait. Donatello and Michaelangelo are where it’s at. Playing and listening to you is an adventure in itself. I’m constantly amazed by your growth and your love of learning. Two years old and you already seem to have a grasp on what’s important in life. Cheers to a lifetime of adventures together. Te amo, Mami
