Madrid

Matt Lauer is in Madrid.  I went to Madrid once.  I was young, 21.  I remember walking the streets in awe.  In awe of the differences and self-concious about my own lack of worldliness.  How I wish I had been able to let that self-conciousness go and that I had been able to simply enjoy the sights and sounds and experience.  With age comes a bit more confidence, but there are times with my daughter when I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.  Sometimes I find myself wondering what kind of mother I'll be.  Then I remind myself I already am a mother and the kind of mother I will be when she is 5 or 10 or 15 or 20 or 30 is the same kind of mother I am now....I think. 

She has a stuffy nose should I be giving her saline drops eventhough the bottle says not for children under two?  What about those saline wipes are those ok?

I let her play with the vegetables on the kitchen floor when we come home from the co-op, should I not? 

She sleeps with us at night and for every nap, she's happy but am I not teaching her how to be independent? 

She doesn't say any words yet, am I not correctly teaching her both languages?  Does she not hear one of them enough? 

She has the brightest smile. 
She sparkles. 
She loves bananas and playing "monstro" with her Papi. 

She learned how to turn on the music in her room yesterday morning and everytime since then when she goes in her room she immediately turns it on and starts clapping and bobbing her head.  She gets so excited and lets out high-pitched shrieks.  I can't help but stop what I'm doing and smile from ear to ear and clap and bob along with her....

that's the kind of mother I am. 


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