Mona's Family Emporium
It has been a well restful summer and I am ear to get back to writing...I can’t help but look back at my decisions and life.
This past Christmas, Mario bought me a well sought pair of earrings. The earrings are not of value to me just because of their price, but most importantly, for what they represent.
On the picture above you see two very similar earrings. Except, one was bought 23 years ago to marry my true and only love. As a pair, they were not worth much, but I wanted to wear something that made me complete on my wedding day. I remember hesitating because I had not wore earrings for more than 8 years previously, even though I had my ears pierced since a baby. It was out of norm for me at that time of my wedding, but now I’m so glad I took my maid of honors’ advice (also my cousin) and wore them. These earrings were not made of gold and tarnished throughout the years, even though I never again wore them. With all our moves from city to city, I would come across them in our boxes and I would remind myself that one day I possibly could affording the real pair of earrings.
Last fall, I came across the catalog for one of the most well recognized jewelry stores in the USA. In it I saw the true pair of pearl earrings. I quickly ran to Mario with excitement and declared that there was nothing more he could purchase for me, but these earrings.
The earrings represent victory and redemption. Many times I feel unworthy, unwanted and lonely, but these earrings remind me that I am worth more than what some have said about my culture and identity. While certain organizations value themselves in belittling women or certain backgrounds, I chose to proof them wrong. I choose to be the real person I have been intended to be just as the pearl on the earrings. It takes time and persistence and I will not be passive any longer. I will love others and welcome all.
Will you join me?
Our family dog is very happy and content until, she smells or sees food. She has a history. Nine years ago, she was rescued from the streets. The organization that helped her get a home said she was hungry and in need of treatment for heart worms. She was a puppy and was surviving off of what ever she could find on the streets. Nowadays, she is found taking walks with us in our neighborhood or naps. However, every once in a while, she goes psychotic and reverts to her old self.
Paws, as we purposefully named her for her white “paws,” can trace food in any room of our home and take action to consume it, instantly. If it’s on the counter she jumps to reach it and carefully holds the plate with her nozzle to avoid being too noisy and being found out. It makes no difference how well she is fed daily, she is always hungry. I think she forgets how blessed she is when it comes to food. She does not need to continue having a “homeless” mentality, but yet, she behaves like one at the smell of food.
Do you have certain triggers that lead you to forget how blessed you are as well? I do.
I was the 4th child of 5. My brother, the entertainer and only boy, had the title of being the life of the party. My sister, Norma was the responsible one that I strived to be like for the unconditional approval by my parents towards her. My sister Liliana, was the caretaker, and continues to be kind and generous. Then there was me. I was the youngest…therefore, spoiled and annoying. Thankfully, my younger sister, Violet, was born 10 years later! She was the cutest and is the most thoughtful that will go to all lengths to help others.
In the scheme of things, I definitely became the black sheep of the family, if I was not already. I struggle with occasional loneliness and find it difficult to fit in. Being an immigrant and striving to assimilate did not help, either. However, I find it so easy to make long time friendships and have always been able to find friends where ever we move to. I have made some amazing decisions in life that have worked out, but I have also made some very bad decisions about me, myself and I. Those choices resonate in me louder than the blessings around me, sometimes. I have to constantly remind myself that my life is good.
This is the current situation in my head while my daughter and her friends are at the pool enjoying the long awaited sun.
I want to make a change and remember the blessings around me to be a better example to my children. Paws can’t turn off the smell of food that triggers her desire because she has no conscience. I do have a conscience and plan to shut off the bad self talk so I can continue to enjoy the life around me.
Thanks for reading about me and my season of life. I would love to hear your comments.
Hoy reconozco a todas las mujeres que se han esforzado en asegurar que sus hijos sean una de sus prioridades como mamas. Muchas de ellas trabajan afuera de la casa, otras se dedican a criar los chicos en casa, y también hay otras que combinan las responsabilidades en casa y trabajo profesional. No hay una solución perfecta pero, si se necesita de toda capacidad para seguir adelante.
En Inglaterra, durante los anos de 1600, era común dar honor a las madres cuatro semanas después de la pascua. Por primera vez se celebro en los estados unidos en 1908 y en nuestros tiempos, muchos países de la tierra celebran este día de diferentes maneras. Una cosa si es segura, todos lo hacen siempre con orgullo y amor a las madres. La razón será porque todo hombre y mujer es cargado/a dentro de una mama.
A todas mi amigas, mis queridas hermanas, primas y tias, y sobretodo a mi guapa mama, que tengan un día muy especial. Que sigan siendo fuertes y continúen en hacer este mundo un lugar mejor para vivir.
Today I celebrate all women from all walks of life that have made it a priority to look out for their children in every possible way. Many of them work outside of the home, others have chosen to stay at home and then others, carry the responsibility of working professionally and taking care of all responsibilities at home. Not one way is better than the other and all are necessary to continue to thrive.
Every country on earth celebrates this joyous occasion differently, but all do it with pride and love. All human beings are dependent on the beautiful task of a mother carrying her child to birth.
To all my friends, my beautiful sisters, cousins and aunts, but especially my gorgeous mom, please have a wonderful day. Continue to be strong and make this world a better place to live.
I love art and I tend to pick up the effort when time allows. I have my materials ready and I get into the brushes and colors of paint to create joyful work whenever I can. I also love watching others’ art work.
This past weekend, our town hosted an amazing art show. It was entertaining and most importantly, well organized. However, I can’t help to automatically think about an incident that turned mine and my husband’s date into pure discouragement.
We were at the end of our browsing as we entered the “Featured Artist Alley” and walked upon some paintings by a white haired man. We admired them as the paintings took us back to an anniversary vacation we had taken in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, a couple of years ago. We discussed where we would hang the piece of art work in our home. However, nobody asked us about our interest, and it was obvious we wanted more information since we had made side comments to the couple sitting outside the tent. At least 10 minutes went by when a blond woman entered the same tent. Automatically, she was approached and asked if the artist could tell her more about the art work. My heart dropped and I walked out.My husband looked at the white haired man sitting outside the tent and said, “interesting- we have been in the tent for several minutes and no one offered to help us.” The white haired artist replied with his shoulders shrugged and turned away. I looked at Mario and said, don’t worry about it because nothing you say will help change his mind.
What this “artists” does not understand, is that his highly priced work would have been a lovely addition to our home. He either is not interested in making up for his hard work and is willing to lose a potential client just because of the way we “looked”. Or, he does not value his work. I doubt a true hard working artist would have preferences as to who is considered elite enough to own a piece of his.
Either way, we are better offbeing ourselves and me continuing how to make life with a variety of colors. Those that care to join will find true friendship and love.
Speaking of, this coming weekend, many will celebrate “Cinco de Mayo.” While it is not an official Mexican Holiday, I love the fact that many of my friends remember Mexico during this time. I hope that one day all Americans from the US will value every culture and their positive contribution to the rest of the American culture. Mexico is not just a vacation destination where you can create beautiful artwork. The Mexican hospitality is well known and loved. I am thankful that my beautiful new country of the United States of America has worked to embrace diversity. This is why I wonder, why do I still feel discriminated against for the way I look?
I have really tried to give this incidence the benefit of the doubt, but ultimately there was something this man did not like about us and his assumption was gathered by our outward appearance. When I was younger, I would dismiss those occurrences by making excuses that, "they probably think a young person can't afford it." However, I am in my mid 40's now! I’m OK with not being liked, until I get compared. I have been blessed and don’t need to seek others approval, but I do deserve respect. I would love to hear your perspective.
Feliz Cinco de Mayo and Viva México in the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!
I have for many years been frustrated with the decisions I have made that have taken me to the life style I’m living in. You glance at me and you see the nice clothing, therefore, you assume I have things together.
The truth is that I have not been able to reach my full potential and at 45 years of age, that scares me. Although financially, physically and spiritually stable, my emotional wellbeing has been lacking for years.
So lately, I have taken the step to work on, “me”. I have lost myself in the process of taking care of everyone else in my household. Spring is here and I’m ready to go to the next level. First, I need to capture dreams that I had put aside. Second, I need to analyze my health. And thirdly, I need to be intentional about putting my goals on the agenda daily.
Maybe this means I need to slow down and really enjoy the time I have by not attempting to be in control of every item that takes place in our house. This also means that I need to remind myself that what I had heard as Biblical authority was actually just false religious interpretation.
So many false beliefs about myself have caused me to feel unappreciated and unable to fulfil my passions. I’m so glad I saw the light and I’m moving towards feeling fulfilled. It is Spring and I’m so blessed to have friends that care to check on me, a family that continually prays for me and a home that I can feel safe in. I was raised to be a hard worker, and it will be difficult not to see a paycheck, but the smile on my face will be sufficient. Now, it’s time to enjoy the roses!
Do you remember the last time you felt tired and wore out? This could happen physically, after an exhausting exercise class or a 5K, but what about when your emotions have been tested and you are left with heart wrenching attempts of catching your breath to stabilize your mind?
My Grandmother Ramona had an extraordinary moment of taking air in to her lungs at birth. All thanks to a vigilant eye. As Ramona struggled to survive under the remains of a placenta and at less than 5 lbs., she made a kitten sound that alerted the midwife attending the birth of an unexpected set of twins. The midwife came to the rescue and pulled her out of the birthing remains, which then made a way for Ramona to take in a good, life-saving breath.
I think about how emotional that moment might have been to the midwife and not to mention my great grandmother or her family members. The midwife took a step closer to investigate through what did not seem usual. That decision opened the door of opportunity to a baby that grew up to almost 92 years of age.
There are so many people in need around us, whether emotionally, physically or spiritually. It can be small or large, but every citizen of earth, like the midwife that helped my grandmother; can make a difference to help someone take the breath necessary to continue living. Take the time to do something kind to someone you don’t know well. Give that moment of advancement to an eager employee, cut the yard of your emotionally strained neighbor or allow the hurried driver the right of way on the road. Give the breath of life.
It’s not fun, especially when it happens to a loved one. There’s a definition for “profile” as a verb, that I like and it’s from an artist’ perspective which is “to shape the outline of by passing a cutter around”.
When my boys where younger, we had them take an etiquette class in London and we all learned a lot. Etiquette comes from the French word which means, “label”. In today’s media driven world, everyone is being labeled, whether you like it or not. What you wear and especially, your actions DO matter on how people will perceive you.
It’s shameful that we all have presumptions about people before we even meet them. This is one of the biggest faults in humans. However, even if we are all at fault for doing it, profiling based on race, culture or gender is ALWAYS wrong. I encourage you to have a label that people will want to profile. What do you believe people say about your shadow? What is your experience in accepting others?
As 2018 comes to a close and 2019 begins, I want to express gratitude with honesty. Every year I suppress my needs for making changes at the beginning of the year because I am in constant change mode.
In the last 10 years, I have moved 6 times to different cities out of the continent and states of the USA. My family has learned how to make friends quick, be flexible and organized due to home changes while putting God at the center of it all. However, I still struggle with change every time it happens. It is difficult to look back at my mistakes, but more painful, to swallow those things that have occurred out of my control.
Perhaps you find yourself in decision mode and change is knocking at your door. Some things I have learned along the way are:
The process of change is painful, but when you look back, it is definitely worth it. Your health emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually needs change to continue thriving. Humans were created to make changes. History proves that humans change constantly. If you are not interested in making drastic changes, begin in small steps. The key is to say yes to change however you can. Sometimes change means looking at the opportunities a little different than what was expected.
If you find yourself stuck in the mud, see how you can make personal changes to make this world better. As for me, I will eat better, exercise more and have fun…will you remind me about my changes in 2019?
During the holiday season, Mona Chavez’s childhood memories bring her more joy than presents under the tree ever could. When she was five years old, Mona and her family immigrated to the United States from Mexico. She says she’ll always remember the love and support her family received from their new neighbors: the teacher who helped her pronounce English words correctly, the church that provided her school clothing, and the elderly neighbor who showed her dad how to maintain a healthy lawn. Although those relationships changed her life, Mona knows building community with people from different cultures can seem a little daunting. She shares some simple steps to help you create space in your life (and heart) for these new relationships:
Do you have a story like Mona’s or about an unlikely relationship that’s blossomed into something beautiful?