Mom to three amazing little munchkins - but also a career woman and owner of two small business, my life is full to say the least. Becoming a parent was by far the most rewarding and challenging thing I've every "become" in my life, but it's the continued journey through parenthood - the everyday and the unforgettable memories - that I want to capture here. Stop by for a quick read, or stay for a while. I hope our stories serve to educate and inspire you on whatever journey you are on!
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Starbucks is so much more than just a place to get a good cup of coffee. They have created a place where people can feel at home all over the world.
You see, traveling is great. I’ll be the first to say how much I love visiting new places, and while I like to “go where the locals go” sometimes, other times I just want to relax in the comfort of something I know, something that is familiar.
I think that a lot of times we tend to look down on businesses that have “gone global.” I know I personally use to hate seeing McDonalds all over the world, because I associated them with unhealthy food.
It might be hard to argue that nutritionally speaking Starbucks is any better than McDonalds, but again, I don’t think it’s the product that they are selling necessarily that makes them appealing... its the feeling you get when you go there.
Everything is familiar, you can order the same drinks you order at home and be pretty confident that it will taste the same, the staff is friendly and polite and usually speaks some English. There are comfortable seating areas where patrons are encouraged to hang out for as little or as long as they would like.
So even though I’m sure there is less expensive coffee and lattes in the area, this morning I gave my 85 pesos (about $4.66 US) to Starbucks here in Playa Del Carmen, and I sat on their patio and enjoyed sipping it and pondering the comforts of home.
P.S. I really like how they spelled my name this time 😊👌🏼
I use to have house envy. Before I had a big, nice house of my own, I would lust after my friends houses. I thought that if I had a nice home, I would be happy. And I was happy...for a while. I loved decorating, I loved having space to entertain and throw parties. I loved having room for guests to come stay. A home office. Portrait studio. It was perfect... until it wasn’t. When we downsized in May of 2016, it felt good. It was freeing to get rid of the debt, and the responsibility that inevitably comes with homeownership. I loved blessing other people with stuff, as we got rid of probably at least 75% of what we owned at the time. It freed us up to have the adventure of a lifetime with our kids. We spent 2 winters in Mazatlán, Mexico - escaped the cold, rainy weather here in Oregon, and gave our kids a chance to experience another culture, and a huge jumpstart in becoming bilingual. I’ve been back for 6 months now. The kids and I moved back into the 2 bedroom townhouse that I bought in …
We’ve only been back in the states for a little over six months, and already our time in Mexico seems so distant. So “foreign”, for lack of a better word.
When I think back on our decision to spend two winters abroad, in one of the most dangerous states in Mexico, I don’t have any regrets. But now that I’m safe at home in my own country, I can understand why many of our friends and family thought we were a little crazy for moving our family to Sinaloa.
Nine months ago, after returning to Mazatlán from a quick weekend trip to Oregon for a friends wedding, I was mugged at a popular tourist viewpoint in downtown, or what is commonly referred to as Centro to the local folks.
It wasn’t the mugging necessarily that shattered the sense of safety that I had felt up until that point. I understand that muggings happen in lots of cities around the world, and in hindsight I definitely could have done more to protect myself. But really, it was what happened after my phone was stolen that caused…
I am so incredibly blessed to be mom to these three amazing children of mine.
They challenge me, exhaust me, sometimes frustrate me to no end… but they also make me laugh and fill my heart with immeasurable joy and a love that I never knew until God brought them into my life. And I’m thankful for some amazing women in my life that have surrounded me, loved me, and honestly carried me through some pretty difficult times. Ladies, I consider you my friends… my peers (in other words, I’m not trying to call you old 😉) but I also want you to know that I believe God gifted each of you to me to help heal a deep wound in my heart and fill the void of not having a loving, nurturing mother for most of my life. Happy Mother’s Day to all the amazing women and moms who might be reading this… but you women especially will always have a special place in my heart. Thank you for supporting me, loving me, counseling me, accepting me, and for being an example to me of the mom (and someday grandma) I wan…