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A State of Holy F*cking Mom Struggle: (aka) The First Day of School

I’d argue that the first day of school for moms is worse than for kids. Yesterday was Daughter’s first day of school. She’s a new kid. New school. New country. And I was in a State of Holy F*cking Mom Struggle. My emotional stress level was medication-worthy. I was anxious last year but it was an “our baby is starting school” different. This time, she’s the new kid and she knew it. She felt it. So I felt it. In...

Coffee Talks: The Only Thing That Matters When Moving with Kids

During these last few months of searching for our next move abroad, we talked about it endlessly with everyone. Everyone except for our kids. I wasn’t scared to tell them; I just didn’t have anything to tell them and “I don’t know where we’re going” didn’t seem like a solid answer for their inevitable followup question. Last week, after Husband accepted the job offer in Guadalajara, it was time to talk and here’s what I learned from that talk: when...

Patching Generations: A Handmade Baby Quilt | The Cuba Libre Series

Some years back, Nana, my Cuban tia/prima* (aunt/cousin), helped make a project a reality. I had collected some of Rafa’s baby clothes that I just didn’t have the heart to part with and Nana cut out, designed, laid out, and sewed a handmade baby quilt special for Rafa and very personal for me. When we did our first round of packing in preparation for our move from DR, it was the first thing I packed. That quilt will travel the world with...

Milestone: When Your Kid Cuts Their Own Hair

I interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you this news update:   So yeah. What do you do when your kid cuts their own hair? Well, nothing I guess. Husband and I stifled our laughter because we had to remain serious enough to explain to her that using scissors near her eyeballs and face was a terrible idea. She smiled the whole time. She was reaaaaallly proud off herself. And it doesn’t help that it looks dope. If I’m...

Parental Doubts: Raising Bilingual Kids

Before parents are actually parents, there are certain certainties that we know. Some parents know their kids will be vegetarian because of their own lifestyle. Some parents know that their kids will go to private school. Me? I knew that I was going to raise bilingual kids. Born to Cuban parents and having been bilingual myself, there were a number of good reasons. There were personal reasons like wanting my kids to speak to our relatives in their native language. There were...

Mix Tape: Jibba Ga?

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Love Letter to Rafa

What has recently occurred to me, that is hitting me like a Jersey fist pump to the face is that with Baby Santiago joining the clan, I am no longer just the mother of one. Having one child almost seemed like a novelty, but two… that’s a taller order. In the last few days with just Rafa I had been preparing myself for her not being our only child. Our “baby.” She will look so much bigger, she will share our love with...

Then I Remembered Meow

You always think you’re going to remember every minute of this moment, like they will live in our memory until the end. You think your brain will have enough room to fit all of these memories and all of the intricate details that come with the whole memory. But you don’t. Things get forgotten and lost. The memory stays but the details fizzle. You remember the memory was beautiful but not why. When we were almost ready to have Rafaella, my...

Running Away: In the Mind of an Emotional Runner

I’m what you could call an emotional runner.  Give me an idea or thought and I could run with it faster and further than Gump. It could be a positive idea or a negative one. It could be small or large. No matter. It’s what my mind does. It runs. Two days ago, Meeks and I came home from our Daytime Beach Date. I wanted some time away with just Husband now, 5 weeks before Little B comes, 5 weeks...