It is Wednesday and it is supposed to be wordless type of day. It also happens to be the first national Moscato Wine Day and I was supposed to cook some curry last night to pair it with the wine, have a date night (muy tranquilos at home). I even asked Farzana for some of her super duper special curry powder – but we got home late, Abraham wasn’t feeling well and went to sleep early, Ariel and I watched one too many Dora episodes and now I’m sitting here at midnight wanting to write.
So, yes, it is Wednesday and it will not be silent. And hopefully tonight I get to make my first attempt at Curry Chicken and will share later with you but not right now, not this madrugada.
I have to write about an image that has been circling around my head for the past week, and it is one of those that you know will materialize. I saw myself, an image of myself, a smiling image of myself standing in front of a colorful door surrounded by children. It wasn’t my son’s school, I could tell this was a different type of setting of reddish dry soil and perhaps more need than my heart can bear to think of. Still, in that picture in my mind I am happy, satisfied, smiling. I see a bit of my Mother, whom after almost forty years involved in social good, causes and justice is a tough act to follow. Maybe this image came to me because Mother’s day is so near by. Maybe because that is how the universe works – I want my son to grow up to be a writer. I am my Mother’s daughter and I will grow up sooner or later to be an activist, to be someone that helps, to be someone that cares for others.
My experience as a mother has been blessed. From the very beginning my son has had his needs covered, even when we have had to pay for his speech and occupational therapy out of pocket – we have found the means, we have had the help, the backup – and I am thankful for that. I am thankful that my son is my son, and that together we are moving forward with love and encouragement. I am thankful, thankful, thankful that all his needs are covered.
In the past couple of months I have been writing for Latina Blogger’s Connect (LBC) about Social Good initiatives. LBC has partnered with Mom Bloggers for Social Good to bring awareness and help different causes and people around the world.
That is how I learned about Kibera – the world’s largest slum where 1 million people live in an area roughly the size of Central Park. Kibera moved me, awakened the marvelous piece of doing good and caring my mother implanted in me – not in theory but by example.
Last weekend while at Mom 2.0 Summit I had the pleasure of meeting an activist who has been and worked at Kibera. I could feel my face lit up as she mentioned Kenya. We spoke briefly about the article about the Kibera School for Girls in this month’s Vogue and how moving it was to read that story. I applaud the people behind that school for what they believe and for enabling those one girls to have an education, to create gender equality and break the circle.
Also at Mom2.0 I had the chance to suggest to Perrigo, one of the exhibitor’s who had extra swag in the form of medication and items for children, to donate all their extra stuff to Lotus House Shelter here in Miami. That felt amazing. Just being able to provide information and thinking how other people would benefit from it. I am so thankful to Kelly, for being open to the idea.
While at the Summit, Ana of LBC introduced me to Danica, a sweet heart of a woman who presented me with a lovely pendant in the shape of a Heart. It is part of the Heart of Haiti collection, from whom I had already received a bracelet as a Mother’s Day Gift. Both pieces are gorgeous – from the packaging, the message and the pictures of the artisans included make you connect immediately. Last Monday, I wore the heart and I received so many compliments about it. It made me happy to be able to tell people about Heart of Haiti and how they could help. And you know what? It feels amazing to help! (Or just tell people HOW they can help, really. And see, a pendant or a bracelet can make a difference,so get your Mother’s Day Gifts from Heart of Haiti.)
As a child I was extremely lucky to have parents that believed in treating us (my sister and myself) like princesses but also educating us and giving us the tools to be cuatriboleadas. My privileges extended to an amazing education, travels, and a life under the UN umbrella.
I am close to forty. My rock and roll idols are in their fifties. I don’t know if I will have another child. There are many things that need to get in check in my life – my health, priorities, the book, the writing…but I can’t deny that I am my Mother’s child and Kibera is calling me.
We’ll see where that road takes me but be it Kibera or Haiti or another place, I am pretty sure I will end up at a colorful building surrounded by laughing children just like the picture in my head.
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