The entrepreneur

Had I known what I know now a few years ago, I would have known that being self-employed was an almost inevitable thing in my life. Of course, it would have spared me from a lot of "What do I do with my life" crises. After being self-employed for the last five years of my life, I finally realized that this is not a phase, but the blessed pattern for years to come. Blessed because I am one of the few women who can bake the pie and eat it too! I get to work from home and take care of my baby. As I reflect on the decisions and journeys that led me here, stories of my entrepreneurial spirit come to mind. My first business was when I was in 2nd or 3rd grade! Here's a list of businesses I had as a child:

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1- Telephone cord jewelry: I grew up in a small town, where my parents felt safe letting us play on the streets and riding our bicycles around the subdivision. One of the advantages to that was that I was comfortable offering my products to neighbors and strangers alike. What were my products? Well, before there were cell phones, we had phones with cords (cables) long, long cords that you could pull around the house so that you could move freely while still talking. Those cords were a series of wires individually covered with colorful plastic. If you had extra telephone cord, you could take out those wires and make some really cool jewelry. We spent hours working on bracelets, necklaces and rings. The rings would have some of the wires curled up with a screw! Those were such eye-poking hazards! It was good business! We went around the houses offering our "amazing" jewelry and people actually bought them. Since I was financially ignorant, all that money went right into the pockets of the candy store owner.

2- Christmas caroling: One Christmas, my cousins, my siblings and I went house by house caroling (loudly) to all the neighbors. We each had a noise-making contraption, not necessarily called instrument, and one of us carried the cup we used for "donations!" We sang, employed puppy-dog faces, and waited for the clinking sound of coins in our cup. Some people even gave us dollar bills, probably to make us shut up and go away...

3- Pro-bono private investigator: I also had my share of prospective businesses I could have developed further if I had known there were clients out there. Our two-story home provided the perfect vintage point for watching the "drug dealers" my friends and I saw just sitting at the nearby bleachers. Granted, we never saw any drugs, but we sure had some good suspicions. We were brave! We used our garage-sale walkie talkies--the ones you had to tape together to keep the battery from falling out--our imaginations, and our note pads to keep record of all we saw in case the police needed any of our reports.

Dressed up for our first and only gig

4- Klowns Unlimited: This was by far the worst idea. A good friend of mine and I decided that we were silly enough to try to package ourselves as official birthday clowns. We spent so many hours developing our business plan, a good 5 or 6. We probably spent more time coming up with the clown names, which also did not pay off. We both had names that started with the letter K, so we looked in a dictionary for words with K that sounded clownish. Good grief! I ended up as Kibitz and my friend took Keenly. The business name: Klowns Unlimited (gag). I invested in a magic kit, my mom made our costumes, including cardboard and foam shoes (which we stapled together...), we bought wigs, clown makeup and noses, and topped the outfit  with hats we already had. Our marketing plan was, well, I don't think it even counts as marketing... We took a binder, yes, a school binder, and wrote our business name on white paper. Then we carried that tiny paper hanging on the binder around all the subdivision (the same one that had seen my successful phone cord jewelry phenomenon) hoping to get seen by clueless parents who would pay to have such clowns perform at their kids b-day parties. The worst part of all of this story, is that I was almost 15 years old! We did get one client, but we didn't charge him because we were trying to get the word out about our business (another marvelous marketing strategy). Plus, we had issues at that party with our shoes. Remember the staples? Yes, our feet do too. After that exhausting day, I got hired  for another b-day party for a whopping $10. After that, we closed the business.

5- Stationary sales: I don't remember the name of the company, but I sold stationary and tin cans filled with peanut brittle quite a few times. Raised in a Hispanic culture, I have no clue how I sold so much from that magazine, which had nothing to do with my Latino society. What was the name of that company?

6- Surfer jewelry: When I was a teenager, I went back to the jewelry business, this time selling necklaces made with actual beads. There was a "surfer fashion" moment going on in my island at the time and I took good advantage of the opportunity. We called them "pucas." I also explored paper beads. I was really devoted for some time...

Of course I also sold candy bars several times and in my college years I had my share of garage sales to pay for summer trips. All in all, I've been business-oriented for many years and I'm glad it's finally paying off! I would certainly have it no other way.

My first day of school

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As I try to think back to my first childhood memories, the one I remember most vividly is my first day of school. My father adds things to my story that I do not remember, probably because of the events that occurred that early August morning, back in the 80's. Mom tells me that when I was a year old, I was already speaking in sentences, that I was very independent and wanted to do everything the way my older siblings did. I was so ready to go to school. "When the teacher asks me how much is 1 + 1, I'll say 2! When she asks me how much is 2 + 2, I'll say 4!" Dad says that's all I talked about. Well, the big day arrived and I remember walking past iron gates on my way to the classroom, which was at the end of the hallway. There was a group of "older kids," who back then seemed like high-schoolers to me, hanging around the hallway; now I realize they were probably third-graders. All of a sudden I felt something fall on my ankles. To my surprise and embarrassment, my panties had dropped! How or why I was wearing bigger-than-normal panties to kindergarten is beyond me! All I know is that image will be forever etched in my mind. I reacted quickly and covered up the situation with my red with blue straps book bag .

What I did next was nothing short of genius for my age. I grabbed the panties with my right hand and my book bag with the left one. Then, in perfectly synchronized increments, I proceeded to put my panties back in place, while covering the entire spectacle with my red bag. I spent the rest of the day with one hand on my hip, holding my panties in place! I remember nothing else, except how easy it was going to the bathroom, since all I had to do was open my tightly-clutched hand to release the free spirited panties. Why this did not happen before I left the house or got to school will forever be a conundrum. Maybe I had a wedgy holding it in place!

According to my father, other memorable things happened that day. I was not very happy when I got home and when he asked me if I liked it I said, "It's horrible! The teacher didn't ask me how much 1 + 1 was or anything else! All she did was tell me to be quite all day!" Apparently, my chatty personality was not affected by my lack of underwear etiquette.

Keeping it simple

I just watched the movie "Motherhood" with Uma Thurman, and my mind has a gazillion thoughts. I guess when you become a mother, it's normal to compare mothering styles, which is exactly what I did as I was watching. My main thought as soon as the movie started was "Good grief! What a mess!" And, quite frankly, that feeling lasted throughout the entire film. It got me thinking about how sometimes we make motherhood more complicated by not keeping our life simple. Is there really any need for us to have the house fully decorated and with all sorts of choking hazards lying around? Could we learn to live with the essential things in order to worry less and have more time to enjoy our kids? I propose we do. In fact, if someone were to ask me right now what would be my best advice for a new mother, I would have to say: Keep it simple. 

What does simple look like?

• Get rid of things you have around the house that you never, or very rarely use. The point is that you will have walking/running space to play with your kids.
• Let some balls drop. You can't juggle everything in life.
• Establish realistic goals. Don't wait until the day of the birthday party to actually buy and prepare the birthday goodies (as seen on the above referenced movie). If you know it's coming, plan ahead.
• Donate the clothes your child has outgrown. If you're having more kids, keep a few items, but don't over do it. You know you'll have more than enough when the other baby comes and there's no way to predict the gender anyway.
• Baby-proof as best as you can. My husband took care of the few things we have around the house, and now I can sit at my computer, while my baby plays in her room, confident that there's nothing hazardous in her path. It really is liberating.
• Don't empty your home's contents into your car.
• Fight the temptation to want to control everything.
• Make all efforts to establish routines with your child. Nap time and sleep time offer great opportunities to catch up on things you need to do. Of course, make sure you are resting too.
• If you are feeling overwhelmed, go outside on a clear night, lie on the floor, look up at the stars, and pray.
• Consider making career or lifestyle changes if you are at a breaking point. Motherhood is a gift and it's up to you to look for ways to enjoy it the most.

Technology and parenting

The moment I found out I was pregnant, I knew how I was going to break the news to my parents. I bought a unisex onesie and called my parents through my web cam. Since the news coincided with my anniversary, I told them I wanted to show them what my husband had gotten me as a present, and then pulled out the onesie. They were stunned! And even though they were thousands of miles away, I was able to enjoy their reactions as if they were right in front of me. Technology.

Lately I have been wondering if all this technology we have actually makes parenting easier. Just a few years ago women did not have the possibility of knowing the gender of their baby until they were actually born. If you had relatives living far away, you had to write a letter to let them know you were pregnant or make a quick, expensive long-distance phone call.

We 21^st century mothers have a lot of goodies that make motherhood even more thrilling. Does it make our lives easier? I think in many ways it does. For those of us who chose to find out what we were having, it made preparing the nursery and buying clothes easier. Our digital cameras and computers, make capturing memories easier; we could take daily videos of how our kids grow! I remember when I was little, it sometimes took us years to get films developed! Now we can even send photos and videos through our phones! And Facebook has allowed us to share our wonderful journey with friends and relatives in amazing ways. How many of us gave birth with our laptops by our beds, having someone update our status every minute of labor?:

    “Relaxing after finally getting the epidural! I should have done this before!”  6 hours ago.

    “Baby’s coming any minute!”  20 minutes ago.

    “She’s here! Weight: xx, length: xx! So exciting.” 1 second ago.  

People expected a photo immediately, and we were excited to post it and read the 59 comments it had a minute later. Is this wacky or what? In fact, if we wanted to, we could transmit our labor experience live over-the-internet! And motherhood must certainly be a little easier with online banking. If we still had to physically go pay our bills, what time would there be left for anything else? Can you imagine how crazy those lines full of moms with kids would be? And who has time to go buy diapers? You can get them and anything else online. Can you imagine giving birth back in the 18^th century? And then going through all those changes without having a babycenter.com to consult in case of a question? What about WebMD? Remember when you had to look up info in an encyclopedia?

Yes, I am convinced, motherhood is easier these days (answer the poll on the right to share your opinion). However, I think raising a child well, is a universal, never-changing challenge. Technology helps us (hopefully) make more of the time we are given, but all over the world mothers and fathers are learning each day how to love their kids better, how to discipline them, and how to best teach them to live in this world. That was the case 200 years ago and still is today. We are fortunate to be living in times where experiences seem to be enhanced with our ever-increasing amount of gadgets. My goal is to make these tools work for me as it relates to my mission in raising my kids, without letting them pull me away from the joy that can come from listening to my children laughing as they enjoy an afternoon swinging on a tire dangling from a tree in our backyard…

…and then tweet about it!

Of moms and friends

The first time my friend explained Facebook to me, I thought the whole “Friend me” deal was really funny. The times we are living are certainly full of weird stuff. As a new mother, living far from the rest of her extended family, I only wish making friends was as easy as clicking a button that says “Add as a friend.” True, the Internet does help for work/stay at home mothers to have a contact with the exterior and adult people in the world, but it doesn’t do much for a Friday-night desire to hang out with friends you could actually touch.

After getting married, I realized that deep, solid friendships were going to be harder to make. Once you grow up, time to cultivate friendships becomes scarcer as your responsibilities grow. I came to the conclusion that maintaining the friends I already had was the best option. I also tried to understand the friendships already in my life better, so that I could know in which to invest more time. By the way, we can be any of these type of friends to someone else:

• The We've got to do something friend who never actually calls to plan anything. These are good acquaintances with whom you can have a pleasant time the few times you do see each other. You may actually want to cultivate this friendship, but they are way too busy for you.
• The I was going to call you! type that seems to get more distant if you have some degree of success or failure in your life. These friends seemed to love hanging out with you when you were both in the same condition/status. But if this changes, so does their friendship.
• The All about me type. "Let me tell you all about me for an hour, about my coworker’s health history, my friend’s friend’s fourth-grader’s teacher… and then I’ll hang up when you want to talk about your life." Need I say more?
• The Texting friend who doesn’t have a minute to call you. Well, it’s kind of hard to explain how excited you were the first time your baby stood up or to get advice on how to get her to sleep through the night by texting.
•  The I’m so glad you're still my friend. These are the ones that you can call up anytime, that know you and understand you. The one’s you should really invest in for the long haul. It’s better if they are close by, but the phone will have to do if they are not.

There are certainly many more types out there, but the point of this posting is to give ideas of what to do if you need to make some friends. Being with your kids all the time is great, but you need to remember to make time for yourself too. So, what can you do if you are looking for friends outside of the computer? Here are a few suggestions that I am trying to implement in my life:

• Volunteer in things around town that interest you. Don’t just volunteer for the sake of doing something. Make sure that what you are going to do is something you will enjoy! You’ll have a better chance of finding people with similar interests in these venues. I’ve started volunteering in Film and Art events. It’s something I’m passionate about and I’ve already begun meeting people who are passionate about it too.
• Don’t be afraid to talk to other mothers strolling by at the mall! They’re probably anxious to speak with an adult too! I’ve spotted a few recurring mothers at Ross that I’m going to introduce myself to the next time I see them, after all, they seem to love Ross as much as I do, that’s a great start!
• When you do make a contact, make the call! Recently I started a new friendship this way. We met at the mall, and I practically begged her to call me, which was embarrassing! I thought for sure she thought I was a wacko and would never call (I didn’t get her number). However, she did call me! We have gone out with the kids a few times and are getting better acquainted. She’s also on FB, which in this case works as a plus.
• Try making friends with single or married-with-no-children women. Their schedules might be easier to coordinate with yours and you’ll get some help with the baby.
• Look for local mommy groups in your community and go to their events.

I hope these ideas help! Feel free to add ideas in the comments section, and please take a minute to participate in this month’s poll on friendship and motherhood.

Ban against these clichés

I freelance as a copywriter, so naturally I’m always evaluating billboard messages, ads, and any marketing material for that matter. One of my biggest pet peeves is when companies advertise with the “Got milk?” slogan adapted to their product or service. “Got bugs?” “Got hair?” “Got teeth?” and so on. Hello? Could we be a little more creative? Don’t you have anything else to say about your product that you have to copy this campaign?

In the same way, I often find myself breathing deeply when I hear other people, particularly mothers, repeating clichés and parenting phrases that I feel are exaggerated and overly used. Phrases like “You should really think about being a mother, life will never be the same…” As they say this you imagine a boogery kid, with lice, and a scraped knee holding on to her leg in Walmart as she frantically tries to make her way through the aisle, screaming empty threats to the little brat.  Or, what about “Have fun now (when you’re pregnant and about to burst) and sleep while you can…” I mean, really? It’s not like we can accumulate fun or sleep anyway!

 I say enough with propagating these mother-scaring clichés, which we sometimes repeat without thinking that “unsure of having baby” ladies out there can actually believe motherhood is the end of all social and fulfilling life! There are so many other things to say about motherhood, why copy the negative attitude of a few? Motherhood is one of the most amazing and exciting things in life! Why not celebrate the fact that even though you might spend a few nights of interrupted sleep in your entire life span, when you cradle that jewel in your bosom you wish you didn’t have to go back to bed so you could watch her all night? How do you explain to someone that you spent half a day just rolling around the floor, playing with your kid and now you are too tired to care about going to the movies anyway?

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not naïve thinking you never get tired or that at times you’d pay to sleep on a brick bench, but there are so many awesome, unparalleled things that come with parenting. Why not start good, positive clichés when we talk to others? Things like “Wait till you hear that first giggle! You’ll want to bottle-up the memory and put it on your night stand.” “Motherhood is an experience that’s so fulfilling, even though at times you may feel tired, it’s worth every second.” I mean, we get tired at work, and we still show up Monday mornings. You don’t hear people saying “Make sure you really want to work, it’s hard and sometimes you’ll have to work overtime for those mean bosses.” Of course not! That’s life, what else would there be if we had no challenges, no butts to wipe clean or tiny hands to hold? When we look at the grand picture of life, it really boils down to love and family, and that should never be a scary thing.

Let’s ban all negative motherhood clichés and let’s celebrate the truly wonderful experience it is.

Grocery shopping made easier

I remember the first time I went grocery shopping by myself with Juliana. She was probably a month old. I took out the stroller, put in the car seat and headed for the door. I did not think about the fact that daddy was not there to push the cart! So, back to the car to leave the stroller. I put the car seat IN the shopping cart and tried to cram as many items as I could in the space left. Needless to say, it was an almost two-hour disaster! One day I came up with an idea to be able to both use the stroller and the shopping cart. Here's a video that explains how I do my grocery shopping since then!

Lessons learned so far

I would have never imagined how much I would enjoy being a mother! In just a few months I have learned a lot of things. Here's a few:

1- You can't push a stroller and a shopping cart at the same time, without bumping into several aisles, squishing a few toes, and catching a few smirks on judgmental observers.

2- Putting the baby to sleep early will not cause her to wake up earlier. Doing so may also allow you to have some time alone with hubby.

3- Keeping track of shapes, colors and even the smell of poop is completely normal. You just might never be able to eat “hummus” again without laughing to yourself…

4- Know that extra pair of hands you’ve always wanted? They’re called feet.

5- You’ll never think song-writers have an easy job. It’s amazing how few words that rhyme with baby you can come up with in a crucial moment!

6- You should write down the dates of milestones right away, even if they happen on such memorable days as Christmas…or was that New Years?

7- If you need to find out where your floor squeaks, wait till your baby’s sleeping. You’ll find it right away!

8- An .89 cent burrito from Taco Bell tastes like glory to a busy, not-in-the-mood-to-cook mom.

9- You must go to the bathroom several times before doing the groceries with the baby.

10- Breastfeeding was one of God’s most amazing ideas!

Embracing who I am

Besides the expected emotional roller-coaster that comes with being a new mother, I also noticed motherhood to be a catapult of existential crises, re-evaluation of beliefs, and incredibly fabulous ideas. 

The first few months surfaced in me many questions about myself. Questions primarily about my career and my path in life. Should I go back to school? Should I change careers? What career would satisfy my creative soul? Am I where I should be? I knew being a stay/work at home mother was what I wanted for the time being, and that I was blessed to be able to do so, but those questions kept nagging my restless heart. That’s when I realized that my problem was that I was not embracing who I was, but rather fighting it and even feeling ashamed of it. I was worried and tired of comparing myself with others. Truth be told, I was very happy staying at home with my baby! However, this “existential crisis”, as I called it (maybe mid-life?) was impeding me to fully enjoy the amazing journey of motherhood. I found myself thinking that what I studied was unimportant, that it was non-challenging, that I could have been something else, not just an artist...

This forced me to look deeper into my soul to understand where all of this was coming from. I realized I needed to embrace the fact that I was designed this way, that I had the privilege of having constant, innovative ideas flourishing, plus the ability to pull them off! I decided to get off the “comparison train” and learn to embrace my abilities and talents as blessings. Soon after I heard a speaker, Andy Stanley, say something that sealed the deal for me. He said, “When you compare yourself to others, you make excuses. When you compare yourself to yourself, you make progress.” That was it! I had had it! Enough of complaining! Enough of regrets! Enough of downplaying myself!

I am an artist. I am a work-from-home artist and mother and I am grateful! I’m actually one of the few lucky ones! I get to wake up and enjoy a long breakfast with my daughter. I get to turn off the computer when she tugs on my pants “in the office”. I get to witness her milestones the second they happen and delight in the sound of her priceless laughter as soon as it leaves her mouth. 

Yes, I am finally embracing who I am, no longer declaring sheepishly that I am an artist, but proudly and gratefully embracing the gift of creativity and the possibility of merging it flawlessly with motherhood.