Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Not just another idea....

Have you ever sat in your office and thought, "my life would of turned out so different if only my childhood would have been different?" Yes? Me too. All the time!!! Now now now before we get all riled up, I don't  regret anything in my childhood. I appreciate it so much because it has made me what I am today. 

I have this idea...please hear me out. I would like to "launch" an independent girls club. I remember as a little girl I could not participate in a lot of extra curricular activities because my parents had to work in order to provide. No; they did not want to stand in the way of opportunities presented to me. It was merely because of circumstance. 

My core goal with this group is to empower little girls. I'm thinking we can have "book club" where we read and analyze books with positive female role models of all walks of life. I can also incorporate "education goals". I truly believe education is important but that does not mean you have to go to college. My hope is that our group will foster a safe environment to discuss all options of former education. Lastly, I believe with every fiber in my body that little girls should grow up knowing how special and important they are in this world. Something like "affirmations" should do the trick.

I am TOTALLY brainstorming. I would love suggestions and if anyone has advice it would be greatly appreciated.  

Thursday, November 10, 2016

So Long Class of 2012!

Never-mind crying at weddings this past weekend I found myself crying at my younger cousins' high school graduation.
Graduations are such an emotional event for most parents. I now understand why it was that much more emotional for my aunt, (whose name I choose to keep private). She is a former single mother who raised a well-behaved respectful young man.
I've had a difficult time having sympathy for women who choose an alternative path to earning an income to sustain their children.
She was an illegal, non-English speaking, illiterate single mother that never sought necessary to sell illegal drugs, ventured out to prostitution or anything of that sort. She survived on minimum wage...yes minimum wage! Who does that now a days? Mind you she also bought herself a house.
So for her seeing her son walk that stage it meant that every single sacrifice was never too big or too small. It meant that if anything else, she gave her son a tool she never had: an academic education.
And it was that day that I was reminded yet again, that the love a mother has for her child is immense and never-ending.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

bye bye lover..

Breakups are never fun. The truth of the matter is that there is never a right time to do it. Someone will eventually be hurt and the longer we prolong them the worse it will be. By the grace of God I met a wonderful man who theoretically was perfect for me. It's just my luck, things did not work out. Well, it was great while it lasted, we had a lot of fun, but now it had to end.

This only means that i have more time to juggle Emma and T A&M. Especially since I am officially job hunting.

On that note, I am going to intern for the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. Can I get a big, WHOOP!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Emma's Terrible Two's

Yup, I am now dealing with a wonderful two-year old for monster. Two weeks ago I was hosted her second birthday party. The theme was Candyland; pretty awesome. I will post pictures by the end of the week (promise). I planned the whole party in a week; the balloons, tablecloths, centerpieces, party favors,

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Fear is a good motivator for almost all aspects of life. Actually I speak for myself. I just realized that my biggest motivator in life is fear. I fear that I might fail as a mother constantly.
Dealing with the father of my child is an everyday hassle. This week at some point he reminded me, more like threaten me, with the lack of discipline Emma displays!
 "Mark my words; someday she will grow up and when she does she will be a rebellious one." Pedro said, "Just remember you will be responsible." Even though he had no right to tell me that, because he does not help in raising her what is so ever, he made me think about the possibility that she may become too rebelious.
 I am aware that every person goes through their "rebellious" stage but I will admit I am afraid of reaching that point in her life.
Being a parent is a very difficult job. Children do not have an instruction manual where parents could look through the "DISCIPLINE" section to know if spanking your child is most suitable or if a simple time out will work.
Every-time I attempt to teach Emma right from wrong I tried to make a concious decision to teach her respect, the difference from right or wrong, and that we should never loose sight of the important things in life.
That alone however, does not guarrantee me that I am doing a good job at transmitting the message.
I pray that when she grows up my attempts to properly raise her, will help her make the right decisions. 

Monday, December 5, 2011

hush little baby..don't you cry.!

Everywhere I go on campus (TAMU) with my 22-month-old daughter I am asked, "how do you do it?" How do I raise a child while pursuing a bachelors degree?  In reality raising a child alone is not rocket science for me; rather it's an act of love and obtaining a degree is my only means of providing for her.

Sleepless nights are only the beginning of what is the best awful job; motherhood. Nothing compares, at least to me, to the heart-warming smile Emma (my little girl) shoots at me in the mornings. Every tantrum, smelly diaper, ketchup stain on the comforter, and spilled meal is nothing compared to the happiness that her love brings to me.

I made a conscious decision to leave her father when she was one; with that in mind I took upon me all of the responsibility that raising a child entailed. A college education is crucial if I want to give her a better quality lifestyle. Better according to who? Well, I can't remember who told me this but, we as adults should always strive to do better than our parents. I was raised by two hard-working illegal immigrants who dedicated their entire adult life's to working, paying taxes, and instilling in their girls to get an education; that was the only way to "become someone in life."

Realizing that you are in a love-less relationship and what is keeping you there is your child is frighting. After years of emotional and physical abuse I decided to leave. It has been by far the hardest thing for me to do but the smartest. Turns out I did not have much of a choice. I had to leave.

The transition to College Station was a turbulent one. Prior to finding the cheapest apartment possible within walking distance to campus was the least of my troubles. Looking for a trustworthy daycare was the real challenge. Initially I had to resort to depending on a stranger I "meet" through Craigslist baby-sit Emma. Was that the smartest choice? No. It was my only choice.

Academics is definitely challenging. Who has time to read chapters, take notes, go to supplemental instruction, test review and what-not when you have to cater to a toddler? Somehow I do. There is no special formula I just make a list of things I have to get done and do them.

Yeah, being a full-time student at a nationally recognized university is not easy but then again what in life is? So if you are still wondering, "how do I do it?" The answer is simple; I take it day by day, think of tomorrow, and look forward to the future.