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Cutting Yourself a Break is Motherfucking Glorious

Something crazy happened last week when the whole family came down with the flu: I cut myself a break. Yes, women and overachievers, I did that. I let some shit slide. I did some things with only 75% effort and other things went completely undone (gasp. Undone?! You don’t say? I do say.). I know it sounds crazy to not do it all – but I’ll tell you what – cutting yourself a break can be motherfucking glorious and just the...

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...

Road to an Imperfect Life: Week 6 – My Kids aren’t Pinterest Hipsteratis #itsarevolutionbitches

I remember when I was a kid asking my dad if this yellow pair of jeans went with a coral-colored top (it was the 90’s so color was certainly in). I really didn’t know. I didn’t understand how people could look at two colors and say Yeah. That matches. It wasn’t until I was in high school, maybe college, ok when I joined Pinterest that I got a good idea of what matched and what I should definitely stop wearing. I love...

Road to an Imperfect Life: Week 4 & 5 – Spring Break and the Bunny

Should I feel bad that I might be the only mom on my FB feed that hasn’t dyed hard-boiled eggs, stuffed plastic ones full of prizes, or taken a picture of my kids with the Easter Bunny? Cause I kinda feel bad but I kinda don’t. It’s kinda like that hashtag #sorrynotsorry. Except it’s more #tootiredtobesorry. Since last week was Spring Break, the family and I traveled to Cabarete. an active beach goer’s paradise. Wavy beach, laid-back town, kite-surfing capital and lots...

When Breastfeeding isn’t Best Feeding

“Don’t worry. It will come naturally. You’ll see.” “It bonds you to your baby.” “You will never give your baby anything better.” “It’s the most natural thing there is.” “It is the most a important thing a mother could do for her baby.” “It will give your baby the best possible start.” I heard all of these things about breastfeeding when I was pregnant with my daughter. And in truth, I wasn’t worried. I did think it would happen naturally....

A Big, Poofy Slightly Uncomfortable Dress with Elastic Band Sleeves Kind of Birthday

Growing up, my sister and I had great big, blowout birthday parties full of friends, family, music, food, and big, poofy dresses…always big, poofy – slightly uncomfortable elastic band sleeves – dresses that my abuelita bought for us every year from El Bambi on Bergenline in West New York. You could tell whose birthday it was by the size of the dress.   I remember our themed birthdays clearly: Rainbow Brite, Annie, Popeye, Raggedy Ann, Mickey Mouse. My parents would transform our...

Mommy Guilt

Dear Mommy Guilt, I hear you. Like the serpent in the tree, slithering around quietly with determination, waiting for just the right moment… I HEAR YOU. Every morning I wake up and walk into my favorite time of day: mornings with my daughter. She is well rested and doe-eyed and talkative and big smiles when she hears the door creep open. I like to think that she’s all of these things to see me,  her mami,  but in full disclosure,...

Et Voilà… I’m a French Parent

Although quite Cuban in heart, body, and soul, for the last handful of years I have felt an affinity for the French culture (and apparently last name – Legrá is a French last name I’ve been told) I fell in love with Paris when I visited after college and have since to make my way back. The city’s mixture of city and suburb, old and new fills its streets with the exact romantic charm that you see in any movie...