Growth: Life, love, familia & blogging

When I began blogging back in the stone ages in 2006,  I was the mama to six little ones age 1, 2, 4, 6, 7 and 9. It was something I did in between dirty diapers, goldfish cracker snack breaks and teaching phonics.

I never got to take a shower longer than two and a half minutes.
I lived off of scrambled eggs and Grape Nuts cereal.
I never had my nipples bit so many times in my entire life before I breastfed all six of my kids.

Blogging was definitely a creative outlet for me. I had to put my paintbrushes and canvas on sabbatical while I was raising my babies and writing became a lifeline for me.

All of my laughter, tears, struggles and triumphs of being a mother — I shared it on my blog.

That one time my daughter put her hand in her dirty diaper and smeared caca all over her playpen.
That one time I tried on a Spanx for the very first time.
The day my oldest child turned ten years old.
How my kids go insane every time they saw a piñata.
When I shared some of the first works of art I created since becoming a mother.
That one time I thought I was going to go crazy if I had to potty train another child I gave birth to.
When I had to have the sex talk with my 9, 10 and 12 year old.
That one time I found ants in our big tub of Ovaltine and I still let the kids drink it because the big tub of Ovaltine was really expensive.

Ahem. I mean…

The over-sharing just goes on. Storytelling became my passion. How many mothers with six kids do you know? I wanted to give insight into the life of a large family — the good, the bad and the ugly.

Growth: What it means to me

 I really felt the need to document my journey as a mother because I knew I would forget it along the way. Everyone told me my children would grow up in the blink of an eye and they were right. I’m so glad I have this blog to read and reflect on our growth as a family.

In addition to that, this blog has chronicled my growth as an artist, a mother, a wife and now, an entrepreneur. Never in a million years did I think I would be able to generate income doing what I love to do — I don’t think anyone was reading what I wrote for a solid three years! Turns out, they were. To be honest,  I never thought I would call myself a “writer” or a “blogger” because I’ve always identified as an artist. Life is funny like that. It’s been an awesome ride so far and it’s all been played out on my blog, for the world to see.

I’ll continue to be authentic in my storytelling. My life, my family, my art — my story is still being written. Navigating life with teenagers, staying grounded and happy in my marriage, raising two young girls, sharing my Latino culture and continually making art and crafts that lift my spirits is what my life and blog looks like at this season of my life. Even if I didn’t make one red cent on this blog, I’d still write, make things and share my voice because it’s something I love to do.

For a while now, the universe has been screaming: just write a book already. I think I’m finally listening. I’ve always wanted to write a book and illustrate it, ever since I was in college but I just couldn’t visualize it. Now I can. I had to live a little in order to see it.

Lord knows I have plenty of material with these seven (husband included!) crazy people I love and live with.

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