LYONMOM. I am mother. Hear me roar.

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Me and my man.

Here he is. My love bug. This is his speed at the beach. While the other kids were running around, he was playing quietly in the sand next to me and then took to singing Spanish songs to himself while relishing the warm sand.

Strawberry Picking.

Mr. Cool. Kicking it.

E and my mom.

Before I capitulated and cut his hair. The boy loves his drums.

Mi corazon.

Summer catching up

Administrator — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 23:46:53 +0000

The security guard at my office building in downtown LA was incredulous that I still had three months to go before the baby was due. Reeaaally??? What is his point? That I am huuuuge? Thanks. I get big during pregnancy and I have some body issues to work on. Perhaps these are really eating issues, more than body issues. I do not have a lot of will power. I eat fairly healthfully but not exactly low calorie. And I see people–people who do things like let a tray of cookies sit there during a meeting, that eat one-half of the best carrot cake ever and just leave the rest on their plate – and I know these people are different than me but that I must become like them. I gained 50 pounds with my first son (now 27 mths) and am really aiming to keep it at 30 this time. Okay, maybe 35. And after that, this momma is gonna be on a huge health and will-power kick.

Change is in the air. We’re waiting for our October surprise. This time we did not find out if it is a boy or a girl and I am loving the mystery, the anticipation, the identification with the idea of the baby on levels under than gender. Also in October, JP’s contract with his new job is up and he will hopefully renegotiate the terms, namely the salary, the lack of health care, etc. And as for me – I don’t know if I will go back to my job after my five month maternity leave (yay!), or if I will have a job to go back to. Not in This Economy. (It’s all about This Economy these days, isn’t it?)

I think even if I do have a job to come back to, however, I should move on after 7 years in the same Big Firm — as benevolent a Big Firm as it has been for me. I have learned what have come to learn here. I have grown from a nervous 29 year old fresh out of law school into an almost 36 year old competent attorney. I am now equipped to represent my own clients. Nothing terrifies me and that is both good and also a sign that it is time to move on. My time here has come to an end. I find myself noting my last lunches with so and so, my last chance to go to the summer picnic, etc., my last big case (which incidentally we just won on summary judgment- a huge “final” victory!). The time, quite simply, has come to move on. Decent salary or not.

But even if I don’t come back to this job, I am pretty convinced that is best for me to work outside of the home in some capacity. I don’t think I have the appropriate temperament to be an at-home mom. I sort of come undone when I don’t have some externally imposed structure and it doesn’t seem best for the kids if they spend all of their time with me in that state. And it is not good for me. I’m hoping that when I start looking in January/ February, I will find something that is truly part time and that will excite and challenge me and help me to grow and will help me flourish and blossom and be the best person I can be wherever I am. I think this will most likely be in a legal capacity but I am not ruling out teaching or starting my own business.

In the meantime, I vacillate between content and present to panicked and divided into a million fragments. My mom has been diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disease, myasthenia gravis, and while not terminal or even degenerative (as compared to, say, MS), it is chronic and is affecting her quality of life in a noticeable way. For some reason, I have been bracing myself for grave news of terminal illness or tragic death for most of my life and so any time there is bad news, I emotionally embrace and prepare for worse news. I know that I should live in the present and that these things are out of my control and that this is NOT what’s happening NOW but I am so sad already for the loss of my mom for the loss of all of us, so sad to say goodbye to everything one day, and this feeling has only increased exponentially with the experience of motherhood (and probably even further with pregnancy).

I do sometimes find solace in the immense complexity of life and the wholeness and connectedness of all of us and I relax into the beauty and the inevitability of the pulse and movement of the universe. But it is an effort to stave off the heart picking vulchers that descend in the night. I can almost hear the spiraling flight of the swarm of them. And once they start picking away, there is almost no stopping them. I can toss and turn but every which way I look there is a demon to be fought. There is so much cause for anxiety these days, for all of us. It takes such enormous effort to be well and present and healthy and at peace. Everything we put into our bodies, everything we do with our bodies, every thought we think, must be so deliberate, it seems, or we risk losing our grip.

Where is refuge to be found? I find it in community. I thrive on people – strangers or friends, just walking about in the world grounds me and uprights me. I find refuge in creativity, my own or others. Music, written word, colors, nature, crashing waves, thoughts that are well expressed in any capacity. Yoga. Touch. I need to focus more on reading, writing, photography, music, and above all, love. I know I feel best when I am creatively and spiritually inspired. And I know there are certain things I can do to facilitate being in that space. One thing is going to be writing here more, reoccupying this space without overthinking it. I am going to aim for writing something 5 out of 7 days.

As for the other categories, let’s see. Music. I’ve been searching for something phenomenal and coming up somewhat short. Suggestions invited. I like Jenny Lewis and got tickets to see her on July 12 at the Hollywood Bowl (with Ray La Montagne and Blitzen Trapper). Phoenix and Fleet Foxes are another couple of new bands for me that I am enjoying. MGMT. But nothing is really hitting it out of the park. I’m still searching.

Books. I’m reading Walker Percy’s Moviegoer currently. I like it, probably even more so since I am from New Orleans. But it’s hard to take books so seriously when they use words like "negress" no matter how flattering is the author’s description. Thic Nhat Hahn’s Meditation on Mindfulness again. Before that? Oh God, well remember, I have been B-U-S-Y so any heady reading has not been for me, with that disclaimer, before that I read the Virgin’s Lover, a Phillipa Gregory historical novel. I did enjoy it. It was what I was looking for. Next on my list is the Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Chabon. My friend is raving about this. I’m looking for some good poetry, too.

Movies. I am curious to see the Hangover just because people are saying it’s really funny and I’m in the mood for a laugh, but I can never bring myself to foot the bill for a sitter to go sit in a theatre when the movies come out pretty quickly on DVD. I get much more out of interacting with people, my husband and/or friends and would much rather splurge on a sitter to spend time that way.

TV? Nil. but everyone talking about True Blood makes me want to rent the first season on Netflix. Same for Madmen. Maybe I should save these for when I’m at home with napping baby in the Fall.

Art. I’m interested to see the 12 Contemporary Artists from Korea exhibit at the LACMA but recently the cool aloofness of most contemporary art is leaving me wanting. I also want to see the Pompeii exhibit. I am in awe of that time period. If you haven’t seen HBO’s Rome–that is TV worth watching and it’s on Netflix. I loved it.

Other. I’m really interested in the Aspen Ideas Festival. I have also been riveted by the speakers posted on TED. Also, Yoga, I am back in the groove, now that my time has opened up. Even if it is prenatal.

Peace.

25 Random Things for my FB Friends

Administrator — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 20:54:18 +0000

Most of you to whom I provided this link tagged me in your 25 random things notes. I wanted to do mine but not necessarily for 400 people, so I’m including them here, where only a handful of people, if any, visit, b/c I stopped blogging a while ago and never really broadcast that I started in the first place. (might be more than you bargained for. you are warned). Others I include because I think you CAN handle the truth and I want you to tell me your 25 things! (By the way: I tried to email this from FB but my message was too long)

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1. I grew up in New Orleans and was dragged kicking and screaming to Houston a few weeks before my sophomore year. I pretty much hated Houston all through high school but made some of closest friends, met my husband years later there, and looking back it was a good move.
2. I was always rebellious and questioned authority and spent more time trying to be cool than I did studying or participating in school activities. I totally regret this. If I could go back, I would take school seriously and participate in drama, dance and maybe soccer. Instead, I smoked cigarettes, hung out, copied homework, talked on the phone, etc.
3. I went to a tiny women’s college in Boston few people have heard of, Simmons College. I sort of got my act together there, academically, at least. I was an English and Philosophy major, loved my classes, did most of the reading, etc. But I also fell in with a druggie crowd and wasted a fair share of time, f’d up, indoors, “hanging out.” And though it was a women’s college, and empowering that way, most of my friends were BU boys who pretty much ruled the roost, which I also regret. I only keep in touch with a handful of people (or less) from college.
4. I had my first real boyfriend in college. After my heart was broken by my first non-real boyfriend, I never let it happen again (to my detriment) and kept a safe emotional distance from everyone I dated until I met my husband in 2000 and fell madly in love.
5. After graduating from college, I backpacked by myself around South America for 5 months, going to Ecuador, Colombia, Peru and Bolivia. My Spanish was rudimentary at best but improved significantly while there. This was a transformative experience for me.
6. I felt disoriented upon my return from South America. It was weird that I hadn’t shared the experience with anyone. I felt very alone but wanted to keep the traveler-observer vibe and moved into a room in a house with strangers in Cambridge. The house was eclectic to say the least. One guy was dating a girl but then he started taking hormones (pre-op transsexual) and went from Abdu the guy to Amanda the girl (and then the couple were “lesbians”). The real girl in the couple was obese and then they started having threesomes with our other roommate, a 4’11” brilliant Indian man named Basav. And then there was the oddball agoraphobic gay computer programmer guy with pink hair who locked himself in his room smoking pot or eating pot brownies and listening to Israeli folk music who never unpacked his boxes for a year and explained that he just felt more comfortable with machines than people. In any event, I never judged but I was out of my element and began to get kind of alienated and depressed without even realizing it.
7. During my post-college Cambridge experience, I worked at a cool rock-bar, restaurant called the Middle East, died my hair pink, saw free shows all the time. I also worked at a eastern philosophy, zen-type bookstore in Harvard Square, and had my own cable access show called “What’s Up Live.” I wrote a lot of poetry and did spoken word incognito at a local venue that had a very active spoken word scene. I was perhaps at my creative peak during this time.
8. I caravanned to Los Angeles in June 1997 with my best friend (who had been living in Idaho) and have been here ever since. I immediately fell in love with this city. I started working fairly quickly as an Art Coordinator for music videos, commercials and print ads. I was making money, traveling, employing a crew of hot guys and hanging out on set. I never knew such a job was possible and I was euphoric. My bf also worked as a set decorator and we often worked together on projects. It was the most fun job I’ve ever had, but I also dealt with a lot of entertainment egos and couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t really “important” work or stable.
9. I went to law school at USC at the end of 1999. I had done well on the LSATs in 1995 and this was the last year I could use that same score, so I did it. I LOVED law school, made a ton of close friends who I remain close to and had the best academic experience of my life.
10. I started working at a corporate law firm with a big salary upon graduation in 2002, thinking that I would just earn money to pay back loans and then do the “important” public interest work that is really my “thing.”
11. Although I’ve done a lot of pro bono work at my firm, I remain for all intents and purposes, a corporate lawyer (mostly IP litigation). It’s been the classic golden handcuff situation and sometimes I get really panicky that I am wasting my life and need to quit IMMEDIATELY but I just keep showing up and getting paid. Still, I think I am on the last chapter here since I am not gunning for partner and they are not going to keep me around forever. So for better or worse, I do not expect to be here one year from now. I think this is mostly a good thing b/c it will liberate me to think about what I really want to do.
12. I consider myself a closeted type B person in a sea of type As. I feel undercover, incognito, out of my element. At the same time, I’ve gotten good at my job and I see that. Still, it comes at some cost of stress, particularly since I have huge procrastination issues (Exh., A–this is what I’m doing now instead of the work I should be doing that I will likely end up needing to do later when I’m exhausted). Also, I feel bursting with creative energy that I continue to stifle.
13. I met the absolute love of my life in 2000 and we married at the end of 2002. JP is my best friend and soul mate. I am still in awe at how lucky I am. We get along so well, have so much fun together and also work well together as partners and push each other to achieve our full potential. We have such a positive, healthy relationship that really drives me forward in all respects. I cannot imagine anyone more perfect for me.
14. We had our son, Emilio, in March 2007. The first 6 months, maybe even the first year, were really difficult for me. I suffered from post partum depression and was TERRIFIED of being a mom, letting him down, something happening to him or me or JP. I lived in an almost-constant state of fear and anxiety during this time, which scares me because I want to have another baby soon and hope that doesn’t happen again. The next year has been amazing, though, so I think knowing that will help me with my second (if it’s meant to be).
15. I struggle with anxiety. Since I’m not Type A, this is not the classic over-achiever anxiety but more the I-can’t-believe-we’re-all-going-to-die variety. I can get into modes where I feel cancer at every turn. And what have I done with my life? What of meaning? I just can’t believe that we know this is all temporary and everyone walks around humdrum like it is okay that life is zooming past us and the end of the road is nothingness and it could happen at any minute. How is that okay? How will I explain this to my son? How can I leave him? How long do my parents have left? My heart is accelerating even now so I better back off. It’s all about keeping this panic at bay, for me.
16. My weight has always fluctuated by about 15 pounds and lately it’s gotten harder to lose that weight. This is a source of stress for me, but I do feel committed to a life of healthy exercise and to being in my best shape EVER at 40. That said, the fact that I’m just now ready to try to have another baby sort of throws a wrench in that plan in the short term future. I gained 50 pounds before and had a 10 pound baby and I’ve only recently lost all the weight (and had been heavier than I wanted to be before I had the baby). I’m really going to try to be careful if I get pregnant again.
17. I feel like I’m in transition from being a New Orleans party girl with a drink and smoke in hand and a sober healthy living yoga girl. I feel like I would like to be straight edge one day but I’m not there yet. Both my parents are sober and I think it has been good for them. I see my tendency to want to indulge in food, drink, “whatever else” as a weakness and I’m hoping that I will continue to be more healthy as I age. Still–not there yet.
18. I can be confrontational. I don’t like to start fights, certainly not with people I KNOW, but I don’t hesitate when I witness what I perceive to be an injustice. I am also adamant about sticking up for my friends. I can’t stand when one friend talks about another friend in a way that is not loving and helpful (if also gossipy) but mean-spirited. I guess I am a loyal friend. On the negative side of this is my tendency towards wanting to pick fights, for instance, on facebook with people with different political views.
19. I am pretty ADD (without the hyperactivity). I can be very spacey and not see things right in front of my face. I’m often going back for things I left inside, making lists but losing the lists, etc.
20. I am very close to my parents and my brother (my only sibling).
21. I speak Spanish (my son’s first language is Spanish), but my accent is deceiving. I might sound like I’m “fluent” but really I’m like a second-grader at best. I’ve never read a novel or anything in Spanish and I have not taken formal classes since high school (well I went to Spain for 6 weeks one summer in college and got credits there but copied homework and didn’t study). There are entire tenses I don’t know how to use and just avoid. I want to take it to the next level.
22. I love photography. I think I have a good eye, but I’m not technically adept so I’m sort of at a crossroads there. The digital phenomena has actually been bad for me b/c now I don’t print photos and don’t have them in physical form. I would love to have a photography show one day. That is a dream. I want to take a photography class.
23. I also love writing, although I have done a lot less of it in the last 5 years or so. I have been a journal-writer and a temporary blogger and love writing for my job, too . I also enjoy writing poetry, which may be my most natural format. And I would love to try my hand at writing a play. (my husband and I wrote a screenplay but it wasn’t really my favorite format, I think I would prefer theatre.) Separately, I happen to be a natural rhymer. I can sort of free-style rap. Not like the big guys, but better than you’d expect for a 35 year old white woman. I make up a ton of songs for my son and they’re not half bad. They’re kind of complex with verses and melodies etc. I also love to sing.
24. I long to perform, to be on stage in some capacity, even in a local play or doing stand-up at a small venue. In LA, everyone wants to act so I hate to even say that, but I would LOVE to act. I’m not talking trying to be famous, but really being in a play would be awesome.
25. I believe we get what we expect, in kind of a quantum physics, holographic universe, law-of-attraction way (but I object to the materialist aspects of The Secret). I’m interested in a broad variety of spiritual, metaphysical philosophies and am continuing to explore. I want to develop a mediation practice and to intensify my yoga practice (which I absolutely love and which is probably my most natural athletic ability). I have a sense of spirituality, a belief in the interconnectedness of all things, a great respect for nature, a belief in something greater than ourselves, but I am at a crossroads. I want to raise my children in some belief system but don’t really feel at home at church. I’m not opposed to church and would actually like to go more often (for lack of other formal options) but I don’t really believe in the Christian story (though I embrace the ideals and sense of community). So far, Buddhism has probably intrigued me the most.

buzzed

Administrator — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 04:00:20 +0000

Okay, no one comes here anymore and why would they when I never post? But, now I feel a sort of anonymous liberty that I have always enjoyed. I love the feeling of being able to speak out anonymously. I used to compete in poetry slams in boston when no one knew who i was. i want to try standup comedy, but i think you’re supposed to be funny. or at least have good delivery. i’m not trying to be cool with the no caps. our shift key on the mac is broken and has been for over one month but we keep forgetting to do something about it. so it’s all lowercase or all caps. THIS IS WORTHY OF ALL CAPS—GOD I HOPE OBAMA IS PRESIDENT. I AM SO HOPEFUL THAT HE WILL WIN (AND SCARED HE WON’T). I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO FUCKING DO WITH MYSELF. JESUS, PLEASE, BUDDAH, PLEASE, MARY, PLEASE, GOD, PLEASE, HO HO, PLEASE, KLEIN, PLEASE, ANDRE, PLEASE. LET THERE BE SOME JUSTICE IN THIS WORLD. I should catch up when I’m more coherent. I’ve only had two glasses of wine but not a lot to eat and i’m tired. out.

Checking In

Administrator — Tue, 19 Aug 2008 06:25:13 +0000

Still plodding along, and I do mean plodding, athough I just recently feel as if we’re picking up the pace around here. Change is in the air. I can taste the shifting sea winds. For one thing, I am pretty determined not to work at my current job as of the new year. I really want to find a job that is truly part time, like 3 days a week, tops, with no extra after-work hours. And I don’t mind if I take off some time before I do that. It is one of those things where my gut knows that everything will be allright and I feel like I need to rip the rug up from under me, knowing that I will land on my feet. It may not make sense financially, but it makes sense emotionally.

We went on a vacation recently to Colorado to stay with parents, and, stripped down to my rawest fibers, which always seems to happen with my first family, I realized my nerves were pretty fried from trying to hold it all together the past year. I kind of had a melt down served sunny side up with a panic attack on the side. There were two, nonconsecutive days there where I pretty much cried all day. The smallest thing set me off and it was out of nowhere, or so it seemed. I realize I had been bottling up a lot of stress accumulated from trying to juggle the elusive work/life balance. And I am worn thin.

Also, I’ve been doing this life coaching program, via telephone, where I participate in a weekly call with 5 other "students" and one coach. We focus on goals and promises and maintaining integrity by keeping promises to yourself, positive intentions, the law of attraction and cultivating positive change. In any event, this got me thinking about a lot of things and mainly helped me to realize that the status quo is simply not acceptable for long. More on this later, as I am tired.

One of my goals is to provide at least weekly updates here, so I"m not going to belabor the content, just get something down.

Adios.

Words.

Administrator — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 05:48:56 +0000

Boyfriend. You are growing up faaassst. and you are SUCH a bad ass. I just want to take a minute to write a few words about your words. I want to memorialize this moment. This moment where you are constructing your reality with names. As if this were a self contained universe and all that exists is what you can verbalize. And then exist it does. Once you identify something, you make it your own. It’s too adorable for "words" to see you sauntering around the house calling out your familiars. And here, for the record, is the sixteen month Emilio list.

Mommy (my personal fave), Daddy (how you love your daddy), Up, Agua, Off, On, Door, Anu (our dog, Luna), Gigi (my mom), Tatis (JP’s mom), Luz (light), Mano (hand), Open, close, heavy, bottle, baby, pala (shovel in your spanish gardening book), auto (car), bus (bu bu bus), bye bye, hello (every time the phone rings), purse (as in where is mommy’s purse?), pool, pee pee (your penis which you know and love but can’t really see too well b/c of your tummy, and also pee), knee, please ("up please"-who can refuse?), Babo (your beloved panda), despacio (you say this as you walk around, b/c daddy told you when you first started ~~walking~~ running, "despacio" (slowly), and now you can often be found, walking around, maybe with your baby broom in one hand, your other hand kind of in your butt, leading with your stomach, saying ‘espacio, ‘espacio, ‘espacio . . ."), Elmo (from your toothbrush with Elmo on it), Jack ("ack" your friend), keys, helado (ice cream on your flash card, you still haven’t tasted ice cream yet), uno, doz (we have seen you on a couple of occasions counting, uno, doz, once with your cheerios and once with coasters which you count among your favorite toys,A and super nanny says she’s seen you go to tres), quack quack (for the duck), coo coo (for the bird), uff, uff (for the dog), zapatos (how could I forget, one of your tops), nano (banano), baila, Daisy (Daisley), Fifi (Frannie, you’ve only said this 3 times and i think you’re scared off b/c we laugh, but we love "Fifi" for Frannie), more, mas, este (this, you say this constantly, pointing at things, and I think this was your first word), this (when you’re in an english mood), Go see, (You got this from me, "let’s go see daddy," "let’s go see Jack," "let’s go see where mommy’s purse is." Now every time you leave the room, it’s "go see" "go see"), Heather (mommy’s friend), Coco (heather’s chiuahau), arbol (tree–sometimes it’s "treearbol"), aqui (here), cookie, pasto (grass), parque (park), Oh and funnily, you say "za zas" for both house and flowers, and you do this really consistently. Every time we pull up in the car, you say, za zas. Or if there is a picture of a house in a book , it’s "za zas." But flowers are definitely "za zas" too. You love your flowers. And your house, for that matter. (and it is yours at this point, it’s all about you!)

This is not conclusive, but I think it gets your most used. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. I think your first words were "agua" "luz" "este" "off" "arbol" "up"–I guess these started around your first birthday. I remember your gradmother Tatis was here when you busted out with "treearbol" and you were saying "luz" and "este" and "aqua" around that time. That was march.

Now for your likes and dislikes:

Likes: Anu (our 90+ pounds German Shepherd who you are constantly loving up on), pretending to blow out candles or blow on hot things like oatmeal, fake sneezing is also really funny, stacking your blocks, your drums, music-mostly spanish for now, you’re super into sorting at the moment, you like gravel a lot, EATING is just the best thing ever (bananas are probably your favorite food that you have regularly (well and those silly cheerios), but you love ALL FRUIT, quinoa, carrots, veggie burgers, sweet potatos, pancakes, oatmeal and of course, anything sweet, which we limit, but you love your mona vie acai packets), baths (thank god you’re over your 5 week fear of water when you hated the bathtub), the pool, BOOKS, flashcards (what a great gift those were), walking around, often with your hand in your pants, grass, sand, swings, cuddles, climbing up on anything from the bed to your leapfrog toy table, some of your leapfrong sound toys, being naked, your feet, twirling your hair, your pee pee, your bottle, opening and closing doors, drawers, cabinets (could be your favorite activity for some time now), mommy’s singing, the car (as long as we’re not in there too long), the lemon tree in our yard, your precious panda stuffed animal, the big red beanbag in our room, busses, firetrucks, shoes, shirts with images of dinosaurs, firetrucks, anything super fun like that, the park, you seem to like the hardware store-you’re pretty into the lineup of lawnmowers, wow!, my boobs ("bee bee’s"), brushing your teeth (must be that toddler training toothpaste or the elmo toothbrush but you are happy brushing for an hour), pillows, soft and cuddly things, the beach, BIRDS (big time), flowers, small pictorial details, mommy’s necklaces, telephones, remote controls, turning everything on and off from toys to lights to the tv and radio.

Dislikes. Too many people coming over (found that out after a couple of meltdowns at parties), being picked up by a stranger, falling down, not being able to do something like open or close a door, coming inside when you want to be outside, getting your face wiped off after you eat, water poured on your head to wash your hair (you HATE that), being in the car too long, when Luna is too close to you while you are eating, you don’t love your bib, getting your diaper changed, cheese (you did not get that from your mom), you don’t love the ball, you don’t hate it but it really doesn’t hold your interest like I’ve seen with some of your friends, clothing stores (found that out the hard way), kids monopolizing your toys, or okay, maybe even just playing with them, having poo in your diaper (but, yes, you also hate being changed, can’t win with that one), when I leave the microwave open (is that really that big of a deal, I’ve hot a lot going on), waiting for your food to be ready when you are in your high chair, and you’re not enamored with sleep. Mainly, as far as dislikes go, you are really pretty sensitive and emotional. When you are happy you are CrACking Up, when you are upset, you are screaming. I hope you get a little more sociable, sonny boy, but all in due time. For now, I think you don’t want to be thrown into too many new situations, oh and you do not like when I walk away if you are with my friends (I can’t even run inside for a second to get something without you losing it), you don’t like when I leave in the morning, but you mostly don’t notice and you adore Aminta, so you’re usually preoccupied, but sometimes, I hear you crying after I shut the door and that really makes me terribly sad. I know though from seeing it from the other end when your dad leaves that you are upset for about a minute and then onto the next thing, so i try to remind myself of that.

I love you love you love you love you love you.

It’s amazing what a personality you have already. I feel like we are already such close friends. You make me laugh all the time, real laughs. And I am learning so much from you. please don’t let us have too much rockiness ahead. Just let me keep rocking your world. I really hope you’ll just see me for the best person i’m trying to be and know how much I love you and that we will always respect one another deeply. I know we will weave in and out of closeness as all children and parents do. You will have to find your own footing, but I am just praying that you don’t stray too far, little man, because I am HOOKED.

XOXO,

It is physical.

Administrator — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 03:13:05 +0000

Fifteen months, lyon love, and you are rocking this mama’s world. I wonder now what this relationship would be like with a girl, which I had thought I wanted because it was all I’d really considered. But now I can’t imagine it any other way. It’s funny, people told me when I was pregnant that I would feel this way about you, about having a boy—that I wouldn’t want a daughter at all, but I didn’t believe them. And now I am amazed that you, my son, are exactly what I want and need most. And because I’d never thought about having a son—I’d always envisioned that being a mother meant being a mother to a daughter, I’m now fascinated by this mother/son relationship and I don’t think it goes too far to say that I see the entire world differently now.

I can’t exactly explain it, but I’ll try. I think in a reaction to being discriminated against (in a subtle, collective but not insignificant manner) by the dominant, male species, I’d reacted by otherizing them. I viewed myself as separate from men, and even perhaps looked down on the lumbering, bullish, caricature of the simple man who is so often, less thoughtful, less intuitive, less empathetic, less aware than woman. (Mind you, this is a latent and subtle bias I’d carried with me despite being fortunate enough to have strong, supportive healthy relationships with sincere and conscious men in my life.) But now that I see life through your eyes, now that I witness your raw and utter magnificent beauty unfolding before me, I am struck as if by lightening by the realization of what I have long believed to be true (but often forget), that we are truly all one. That this division of the sexes is meaningless, that this division of ourselves from each other is an illusion, that we are all a part of the whole that fits together in a perfect, if harsh, world of opposites. And you, baby, are the yin to my yang, the sun to my moon, the light to my dark, the salt to my sweet. You make me whole.

And I must admit, I so cherish the complementary nature of our dynamic as it is manifested in the physical world–as mother and child, mother and son, boy and girl, male and female. I never thought about how physical it would be to be in a relationship with a child. But it soothes the soul in the most tender and tactile way to be intertwined with a child that has come forth to this earth through you. Flesh that is of you as much as it is other than you. Flesh that is as comforting and pure to me as the idea of God. Flesh I adore more than anything I have coveted on this earth. Little chubby knees and squishy thighs and oh my god those fat square feet. Your dimpled cheek and curly hair and hazel eyes, your thin lined lips and your big mouthful of teeth. I would be happy kissing your chunky little chunk o’ change body for the rest of my life.

Yet, I know it won’t be long before you are way too cool for kisses from mommy, so I am getting them in while I can. Although, believe it or not, I am also holding back, I really am trying to be respectful of your space. So all those kisses—those only represent, say, one out of every 10 urges to eat you up. I am trying NOT to put the “mother” back in “smother. “ Really, I am. The physicality of the relationship is something I hadn’t anticipated. This new, non-sexual but entirely uninhibited physical closeness with another human being is certainly novel (or long, forgotten since I was a child with my own mommy). And I see that humans are tactile before we are verbal. I was struck early on in our relationship, say four months into it, that you were so communicative with your hands. You would sit in my lap and we would play hand-sies—your fist around my pinky, your palm pressed between my finger and my thumb, my fist around your pointer finger, later, recently—all five fingers between each others—and each transition made with surprisingly seamless fluidity. Thoughtless intuitiveness. It has long reminded me of the early physical communications of first loves, the knowing, intuitive and caring intertwining of the hands of lovers in a movie.

And truthfully, this is not the only boyfriend association my mind has made. It’s just what I know. I have never known such physical closeness with a woman, only with a man, so this tactile tenderness is comfortable to me in this form. Of COURSE, it is not sexual. But it IS physical. And that physical closeness that every parent should come to experience with her child is so unique and awe inspiring and precious, regardless of the sex of the parent or the child. But I have to say, there is something unique that I wouldn’t have been able to predict about this being another form of a male/female relationship. It sort of rounds out and perfects that male/ female dynamic as it has manifested in my life and as it exists (the masculine and feminine) inside of me. So, on that note, and in honor of the upcoming day of the fathers: a little photo shout out to the amazing men in my life in chronological order: Dad, Brother, Husband, Son.

Dad:

Brother:

Husband:

Son:

Mother’s Day

Administrator — Tue, 13 May 2008 06:08:41 +0000

I can’t believe it has taken me so long to update this blog. And even now, I really don’t have the time I need at 10:45 p.m. on a work night. Still, I wanted to post a few words and photos. To sum up the past two months. I am SO very much in love with my lyon. Work has been busy and a bit overwhelming. JP has still not found another job and is considering business school more seriously, which would mean a move to NYC (assuming he gets in to Columbia’s 18 month program), next January. My parents have just packed up to move away from NYC back to Houston, so that would be bad timing and moving away from LA to NYC in the winter, well that doesn’t sound like very much fun. And I just can’t imagine not having my canyon/beach access. But I know NY would be an adventure, and maybe we can just live on loans and I won’t have to work very much, though that seems like a pipe dream. OK OK, away from the stresses of JP’s job/school and back to my emilio.

He is talking, just a few words, but it makes a world of difference. He says, "luz" (light), "agua," "up," "off," and of course, "mama" and "dada." It’s just amazing to see him using words and answering difficult questions such as "where is your shirt" or "donde esta su camisa?" and he pulls out his shirt. Or "what do the birdies do?" and he says, coo, coo, coo. As opposed to what do the cars do? Va va va (vooomm). Oh the little genius. And he is so super cuddly, I just can’t get enough. Here are some photos from the past few days and I vow to get back to this site with more time.

Look at all those teeth!

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And he has just started really smiling for the camera. Such a ham!

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And this is us at Mother’s Day brunch in Santa Barbara!

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Finally, this is just one that I love of us.

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