Archive | November, 2013

To my sweet girl- you are Seven.

18 Nov


I can’t believe you are seven. And I am well aware that I say this every year. I remember the day that you were born like it was yesterday. You were here. My heart grew that day. And it grows each day that I am blessed to be on this earth with you.
Like many things in life I planned certain pieces to the tee (which typically don’t go that way) and I just went with most of it. So I really have no room for frustration when you live your life in the same capacity.
Each day you are evolving. First grade is treating you well with all the scholastic elements coming together into the wealth of knowledge that you possess (Mom, I just used my schema….um ok.). Structured learning is something you are very good at, but you excel in areas that have no grade and can’t be put into a box for grading. Just the other day, I got an email (in response to a logistical question for room parent stuff) from your counselor:
Hi Mrs. Talamantez,

I have seen you coming and going in the office but have not had a chance to just say Hi and tell you how much we love Gia!
She is a doll. I love going to her class for guidance or to drop stuff off, or say hi to the kiddos…. Gia always has something fun to share 

You are one blessed Momma!

Have a great weekend,

And this is not a one case incident. You have teachers that follow your life, invite you to their children’s events, come visit you in far away places. You have doctors that focus on tummies and visit after ear surgery. You have camp counselors that ask about you.

You are magical.

You are captivating.

You are overwhelmingly awesome.

And I get to see every step. The ups and the downs. That tongue and heart that bring so much joy to the world can be equally as sharp and pointed at times. We are working together to hone this skill and be the best people we can be.

How many seven year olds are that self-aware? Not many.

I am so proud to be your mother. I am so proud when you come home to tell me that one little girl (that you so wish would be your friend) said something mean to another little girl (who is one of your genuine friends) and you just had to tell the mean girl that it is not appropriate to make others feel bad about themselves because we all have good and bad.

I am proud. I am blessed. I am the one that got the best gift.

From the moment I found out about you I had no idea why I was handed you. And I still don’t. Every day I know I am experiencing greatness unfold. From the moments that make me cry tears of joy to the moments that make me scream in frustration you are a force.

A force that will change the world. Thank you Gia. Thank you for taking me on the ride. And loving me for all of my good and all of my bad.

I can’t wait to see who you become. I know from experience that every day you somehow become more spectacular.

Happy birthday my sweet girl. Happy Birthday.

Love, Mommy



7 Nov

Appreciating the differences in your kids

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Luke and Gia are different. Much like Ralph and I are different, or Eddie and I are different, or any two people on this earth are different.

Different on the exterior: the way we look, talk, act, but more so in the way we think, feel and from a scientific level the neurons fire between our brain cells. We are not the same.

Luke loves to take things with him to school. And he is all boy. So, everything is a monster truck, airplane, motorcycle, whatever thing I could care less about but now have grown semi obsessed with because of the deep, consuming love that I have for my son. (My love affair with sparkles and make up has long been cultivated and it wasn’t necessary to grow with Gia’s. But my love for her is overwhelming too.)

This morning in the car he had a push airplane toy with a man inside.

He wanted to name said man.

My first reaction was YAY! What is he going to come up with? Gia and I have created some fabulous names over the years-

Sofia Stocking, Cromley the Crab, Fiona Glitter Sparkles Princess, the list goes on.

A tiny voice (that sounds exactly like his sisters did at that age), “Airplane man- no wait! Airplane Man Luke.”

Direct. To the point. Descriptive. And perfect from his mouth. So logical that I truly don’t understand it. But I love it. Just the same as I love Stainless Barbie Pinky Perfect.

They are so different, but the fill my cup the same- to a state of overflow.

I love different. On every level. From precise and analytic to over the top and ridiculous. Different is what makes the world go round and I appreciate seeing it so clearly each and every day.