Learning How to Juggle

Some of you may have seen the photo I posted on Facebook of the current state of our living room. If not, here it is for your viewing pleasure:



As if having 25 boxes (some bursting at the seams) stacked up one on top of another wasn’t enough of a walking hazard, hubby decided one day last week to turn them into a secret hideout/maze for the kids (complete with a hidden camera peeking out from one end). I will leave that image up to your imagination because I can’t¬†manage to fit the whole “arrangement” into one frame to show you. ūüėõ

Suffice it to say, I have been learning how to juggle.


Quite amazing, isn’t it, how they can keep so many things going at once!


Thankfully, not with plates or balls or boxes, but with tasks. And for someone who multitasks as much as I do, it’s still been tough! Now, on top of my responsibilities as a wife and mom and writer, I can add entrepreneurial businesswoman to the list. Sounds fancy, doesn’t it? Nah, it’s just a way for me to explain why we have 25 boxes taking up residence in our living room.

Before I can reveal what’s in those boxes though, I’m working on setting up a website and having photos taken of the lovely things in those boxes. This will hopefully be done within the next two weeks. I’m looking forward to announcing the product – and getting each and every one of those 25 boxes out the door!

Stay tuned! ūüôā

Not sure why, but this song popped into my head. It’s the Beatles, “Twist and Shout”, something you should not do while you’re juggling, but something I hope to be able to do¬†in the living room again someday!

I’m very curious to see if any one of you have had your own business before? If so, please share the ups and downs of your experience. I need all the help I can get!

A Letter to My Munchkins from their Spidey-Mama



Dear Munchkins,

As your parent, I feel a little bit like Spiderman. It’s probably because I have a really strong¬†“Spidey-sense” (aka. Mom-with-eyes-on-the-back-of-her-head-skills), but even more, I am left at times feeling like I have too much power. Power to influence your precious hearts and minds in how you see the world. Power in shaping you to be people who will hopefully not only be good citizens, but know how to live a life worth living. And like Spiderman says, because I have so much power in my hands, I feel a great sense of¬†responsibility, too.

I know it is¬†my responsibility to teach you right from wrong. Since I’m a rule-based, square kind of gal, that comes easily to me. But one thing that’s not in my nature to do is to step out of my comfort zone. However,¬†that¬†is the one thing I hope we can learn to do together.

I want you to know that¬†I like to be comfortable, to hang out with people I am familiar with, to go places I’ve gone before, and to do things I’m used to doing. To do otherwise takes a lot of guts and conviction, two things I don’t have a lot of. (Thankfully, your Baba does.)

As I get older (and a little more wiser), I’ve learned a few things. One, life is a lot more complicated than I wish it was. Two, people (myself included) are a lot more messy than we would like them to be. Three, God loves us all the same, through whatever complicated life circumstance we may be in and despite how messy we are at the moment.

This is why I’m learning to lift up my head, open up my eyes and look outside of my bubble more often. This is why I¬†chose¬†to¬†see the man standing at the side of the freeway exit with a sign that said, “Lost my job. Have 3 daughters. Please help.” And to¬†listen to¬†the woman standing¬†outside the supermarket who told¬†us about the abusive relationship she just got out of and the 4 kids she has to take care of on her own. And to¬†talk to the man sitting outside Panera who so humbly asked, “Could you get me something to eat?”

I’ll be the first to admit that I used to (and sometimes still do) pass people by. But there came a point in my life (probably after I became your mama), when I knew I had to start caring. Because if I don’t show compassion to those in need, you likely won’t either.

What began as a “should” on my part grew (and continues to grow) into a “want”. As I see, listen and talk to the men and women we meet, I am learning that they are people, too. They are someone’s son or daughter, father or mother, brother or sister. They have a name, a heart and a story.

Though you are both little now, you have great big hearts. Hearts that¬†exclaim, “That person’s holding a sign. Give him some money!” whenever we see a person in need. Hearts that are open to helping and caring for others anytime, anywhere. Hearts that impress me and give me hope that the meaningful things I believe and do are rubbing off on you.

I hope you know that superheroes don’t all wear tights or capes or masks. They come in all shapes and sizes, especially pint sizes. I know this is true because you, munchkins,¬†rescue my heart from denial, selfishness and complacency each and every day.

You are my great, big reminders to live a life of love.


Your friendly neighborhood Spidey-Mama

Take a listen to Sara Bareilles’ song, “Bottle It Up”. I like the part of the chorus that says, “The only thing worth trying to be is love.”

Who do you have a hard time showing love to? 

There’s No One Youer Than You

The kiddos, being as observant as they are, have come to a conclusion about who is the better driver in our family. Both E and C have said, “I want Mama to teach me how to drive and Baba to teach me how to park.”

I think you can guess which person has never gotten a moving violation in¬†her life. ūüėČ Hubby, on the other hand, exhibits¬†PTSD symptoms every time he sees a police car in the rearview mirror.

But now, why do the kids want hubby to¬†teach them how to park? It might have something to do with the fact that other cars have been known to get in my way when I try to squeeze my car in between¬†those white¬†painted lines on the ground. Yes, I’ve had to on more than one occasion leave a friendly, apologetic note on someone’s windshield. (Feel free to not park next to me if we’re ever in the same lot; I won’t be offended.) ūüôā

I’m fine with admitting I have¬†faulty spatial skills¬†because I know it’s true. This is why I would rather park in a nice open space a few blocks away from my destination than choose a tight one close¬†by and¬†pose a risk to any surrounding vehicles. And also why I don’t mind giving hubby the chance to show off his awesome parallel parking skills whenever possible.

All this talk about who is the better driver/parker got me thinking one day. I think there’s something to be said about knowing what you’re not good at, and even more, to know what you are good at. I’m not talking about being prideful or boastful about your abilities, but about being content and thankful. Understanding your strengths and the particular ways in which¬†God has made¬†you unique is actually a step towards freedom. Freedom to stop trying to be someone you’re not, and freedom to just be you.

For me, this means accepting that I am an introvert, that I can write twice as many words as I will ever speak, and I love to listen.¬†This means I¬†am okay with being quiet and needing to have my “cave time” to recharge. This means that while I admire talkative, life-of-the-party people, I don’t have to feel inferior to them. Everyone is¬†different, but equally needed.¬†After all, how would extroverts ever¬†survive¬†without us introverts (and vice versa)? ūüôā

This reminds me of a quote by Dr. Seuss:


What a good reminder! There is no one else who is like you. Out of the billions of people who have walked this earth, there is no one youer than you. So, be YOU¬†and enjoy it! ūüėÄ

Check out the song, “Who Says” by Selena Gomez & The Scene that talks about not wanting to be anyone but you.

What makes you happy and thankful to be you?

P.S. Here are some funny sayings I found about introverts that are so true. Anyone else agree with me? ūüėČ




5 Must-Read Quotes About Being a Writer

I must admit I’m a bit brain-drained after the first week of school, so instead of writing a full post, I decided to put together some¬†quotes for your viewing (and hopefully, laughing) pleasure. ūüôā

So without further ado, here are 5 must-read quotes about the good, the bad and the ugly about being a writer:

1) The Good …



2) More good …


3. The Bad …



4.¬†¬†More Bad …



5. And the Ugly …




That last one is too funny! No offense to any Twilight fans out there; I myself watched two out of the three movies. Hubby told me today that he actually watched the whole trilogy – in his defense, he said he¬†had to find out the ending of the story. ūüėČ

Now, moving on from vampires and werewolves … here’s a much cuter and lighthearted song for your listening pleasure – Pentatonix’s “Counts (and Sings) to Five” that they performed on Sesame Street.

What is your favorite quote (about anything)? Please share!