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Coffee Talks: No Need to Worry… Mommy is Just Ugly Crying

What’s the first thing you do when you feel like you’re going to cry in front of your kids? You leave the room, right? What’s the first thing you do when your kid gets hurt? Pick them up and say, “Now, now. It’s ok. I’m here. Don’t cry.” We spend a lot of time trying to avoid tears from our kids and a lot of time hiding our own. And maybe we shouldn’t. I’ve been on an emotional seesaw the last couple...

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...

Coffee Talks: Comforting Words for the Sibling Who Stays Behind

A new phase began in our lives: our first child went off to school. But my concern was less for the one that went and more for the sibling that stayed behind. I’m a mostly rational adult that knows how to deal with uncomfortable feelings, and my emotional state was a mixed bag of sadness, uncertainty, and excitement. So what about our son, the younger brother and the sibling that stayed behind? I could only imagine his confusion. We’ve been fortunate to live abroad for the...

Coffee Talks: Redefining Failure Starts with Me

In the last couple of days, the same message has been popping up across my screen. It has come in different words and different medias and from different people but the message is the same. Choose failure. What? Choose to fail? What kind of bull… But wait. Hear me out. What if we gave failure a big hug – welcomed it right in – and used it to help us rise instead of letting it weigh us down? What if we looked at...

Coffee Talks: Blaze Like a Motherf*#cker and Be Yourself

I took both my kids to the salon with me the other day. It wasn’t the best decision I’ve ever made but I also had big hair in the 80’s so I think we could all agree that occasionally I make some poor choices. But I’m not here to tell a cautionary tale of why you should never bring two toddlers to a salon for the reason you think. The story I’m here to tell is the one of my son...

Coffee Talks: Standing Alone

Over the weekend we had a friend over and though he is a friend to both Rafaella and Santiago, he is closer in age and mindset to our youngest. After a bit of playing, Rafa shows up in my room. I know that face, I’ve seen it before but I ask her what’s wrong anyway. “It’s that…” she begins to explain, “No one wants to play with me.” I knew from hearing them play that that wasn’t exactly the case....

Visiting Aldeas Infantiles Orphanage: Finding Real Christmas Spirit

Husband and I have known since year one in DR that we wanted to take our kids to the yearly Aldeas Infantiles orphanage Christmas visit organized by the middle school National Junior Honor Society. It became even more possible, last year, when Husband became the advisor for NJHS* and actually do-able this year, now that our kids were older. Find more information about Aldeas Infantiles SOS.*      Pulling into the orphanage for a Christmas visit would have been special enough. Some...

How I’m Still Feeling Contractions

These were the first notes I ever took with my first iPod: 427 434 443 452 505 511 518 522 528 535 539 544 547 553 557 604 608 612 617 622 626 634 640 646 652 700 715 724 733 737 742 747 759 804 808 813 818 822 831 836 841 847 852 856 901 905 No. Those aren’t the weird numbers that showed up constantly on “Lost” – they are the times of my contractions when I went into labor with...

Turn Down the Courage

Free printable / This week’s special: I’m reminded of an article I read by the blogger/author mom of Momastery. In the article she is responding to a mom who asks her about what brave means. And Glennon responds by telling us of a situation when she took her daughters to get their ears pierced. Her youngest, jumped right onto the chair. No reservations. (Like my son.) Her little little was ready and everyone smiled and complimented how brave she was. When she was...