In my family, much like any other Latino family-we’re loud. The colors on our walls are bright, the food is seasoned with a cornucopia of flavors, we hug a lot, we kiss a lot. Everything we instinctively do, the cultural practices and traditions of who we are is a nightmare for autistic children. My son … Continue reading Maximus The Great: Being Latino & Autistic is hard.
He’s three. He’s had three birthday parties. Three Christmases. Three Easter holidays. He’s three and has had double as many assessments than birthdays, holidays, and years on this earth. They started when he first failed a milestone survey at 2 and half and his Early Head Start teacher asked me to meet with ECI. At that … Continue reading Maximus The Great: It’s Official.
You like my "Casa Blanca" reference? Dani and I don’t like to stray too far away from home. Unless a client or friend calls, we don’t take the journey out to Alamo Ranch. I like to stay inside my “410 bubble”. But Santiko’s new Casa Blanca theater is SO WORTH THE TRIP! Our friend … Continue reading “Here’s looking at you, Santikos”
Dear Maxaroni, My sweet boy. Did you know were named after a Roman general? We almost named you Hannibal-you'll learn about him later (trust me, your dad had about 100 books about him). He famously said "We will find the way or create it." Those words helped me power through the shock and fear I … Continue reading Dear Max, You’re High Risk
Last year, was a DOOZY for me. I’ve mentioned it in previous posts, but no one really knows just how intense it was other than a couple of people. My husband, and my mother. The people I am closest to in this world. I’ve already gushed over how much I love my Esposo and how … Continue reading Happy Birthday Mami!
Here are some tips and tricks I've learned along way while traveling with one, two , or three bebitos. Packing combine suitcases. Use Ziploc bags to separate each day’s outfits and stick the dirty clothes back into the bags to save space. Let your kid’s take their own diapers/toys in a surprise backpack. Making it a … Continue reading Traveling with your Bebitos-Part 1: Air travel.
I cannot count the amount of times I laid in bed, postponing sleep, crying to my mother about how ugly I was. I felt ugly because I didn’t fit in. The gold strings that cascaded around my head, did not match the dark luscious locks of hair that hung down my mother’s back. I didn’t … Continue reading Compliments & Colorism
I am a 2nd generation Latina. Well, 1 and a half if you want to get really technical. My father was born in the U.S. and my mom was born in Mexico. My dad’s family eventually moved back to Mexico. But it was a border town, and he attended school in the U.S., and my … Continue reading Cultura vs. Consistency
I sat in the sonogram room nervously fidgeting, trying to remain calm. I was slightly panicking as I hadn't gotten my period and had 2 positive pregnancy tests weeks 7 and half weeks after my miscarriage, and if I WAS pregnant I needed to know ASAP. She inserted the equipment and I had a … Continue reading Tercas (Looks like we made it!)