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Good Riddance March, Happy Easter, and Hello April

I wish you all Easter blessings. A time for hope.

March blew in like a cold tornado and kept going through the whole month bringing confusion, setbacks, and grief.

In my extended family, we lost a young relative ( a loving son, brother, and father) in a car accident.

Today, Easter Sunday marks an event of hope, renewal and new beginnings.

I’m holding onto that thought.

Yesterday, two of my kids in Denver began the drive back to California for a visit before one of them moves on to New York.

So, new month, April, YAY!

Today, everyone in my family is sick so Easter Brunch is canceled. BOO!

Right now I’m medicated to the gills for my bronchitis but I’d wanted to get started on a new challenge amongst the old ones, no matter what, because there’s hope for a better tomorrow, right?

April is the National Poem a Day challenge and also the A-Z Challenge for bloggers.

For the A-Z challenge bloggers pick a theme and each day we blog a new letter representing the theme.

April Challenge for Bloggers

My theme for the month of April is all things Latino, specifically culture, language, music, food, in my Mexican American heritage. 

Disclaimer: My writing reflects me and my family not the entire Mexican American or Chicano or Latinx experience.

I hope readers learn a little something about a first through fourth generation American family of Mexican descent by the time I get to writing the Z portion of the A to Z challenge.

The letter may represent an English or Spanish word, so here goes:

Today’s letter is A.

A is for Abuela: Grandmother.

Non-Spanish speakers know this word as it’s very common. The word conjures up chubby, gray-haired grandmothers, like in CoCo, who wear aprons and twist their long hair into buns or braids.

The grandmother from Coco, the movie.

Not so in my family.

In my family, not one grandmother likes being called Abuela or Grandma.

“Nope, ‘abuela’ sounds too old,” they say; “call me Nana.” Pronounced: Nah-nah.

None of them would dare expose their gray hair.

So there’s Nana Maria, Nana Debbie, Nana Robin. If we’re all together the grandkids have to specify which Nana they’re calling or talking about.

Alas, I’m not a nana yet, but I’m keeping hope alive.

The nana’s in my family do have aprons similar to the one in the photo, though. And all know how to wield a chancla like the abuela in the picture but that description will be described when we come to letter C.

The attribute my sisters, female cousins, and mother have as abuelas or nanas is their unconditional love for their grandchildren and the ability to make them all feel special.

Nana’s are proud of their grandchildren. They attend soccer games, track meets, plays, and can be counted on to buy/ sell their school fundraiser stuff to family and friends.

Every nana I know says they LOVE their relationships with their grandkids because they get to enjoy them at their best and when the kids are tired or cranky, back they go to their parents.

Nana’s always have something in their refrigerators or will cook up something for the grandkids.

Nana’s remember birthdays, even if they have ten grandkids.

Nana’s love to do stuff with their grandkids, things they may not have done with their own kids.

Last, but not least, Nana’s are the best storytellers. They tell the grandkids all the things their mother or father got into when they were young or mention their most embarrassing moments.

And for that, grandkids love their nana’s.

If you are involved in the A to Z challenge, let me know in the comments by leaving your link.

poetry

Write Yourself a Love Letter for Valentine’s Day

 

paper cutout
Amor Eterno by Tasha Marks and Emily Evans, Zocalo Poets

 

I woke up thinking of Valentine’s Day when my kids were young. You know, the endless search a week before (sometimes the night of) for V cards, small and cute for the kids to take to their classroom.

But this morning, I thought of love letters. Specifically, what if we wrote a love letter to ourselves each Valentine’s Day?

What would mine say? How would I start?

Dear Monica,

I love you?

That’s not it. So my mind turned over what I’d write about and soon I came up with words that lent themselves to a poem:

 

Write yourself a love letter

Write to your heart’s delight, to its dismay

Write to the here and the past

Write to the heat and the cold

the bitter and sweet

Write to light and through the dark

Write to the grief and joy

Write to love and to hate

Write to the nothingness or

the jagged points

Write to the known and unknown, the shadows and light

Write to the truth and through the lies

Write to remember and forget

Write to the clearing beyond

 abandon self-doubt

Write to please yourself and inflame others

Write unwaveringly, straight to the point

Write to sing and to kill pain,

Write for release

feel the words surface, plunge deep

Write beyond sight, over the mountain, through the deserts and valleys

Write under the stars, on top of the moon, the sun seeking your face

Write with eyes closed, mind open

Write like you matter,

for you do.

 

Think about it.

red rose

 

 

“To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.”

Oscar Wilde

 

Happy Valentine’s Day ❤