The Autonomy of a Child…

Last week I had a conversation with my youngest child about the school he should attend either private or public. In his discussion he feels he is old enough to decide what is best for him. I completely understand his view however, I don't believe he fully understands what's best for him. Which takes me …

The sugar debacle…

I did not realize taking time away from writing can diminish the desire to continue... and although I have been back from vacay I was finding it difficult to start writing. After writing the previous posts I realized how depressing my life sounds. I try to find the positive of it all, so people who …

Understanding…

As a small child it is hard to understand the intentions behind people's actions. I believe as humans we believe that parents/guardians/caretakers are supposed to have your best interest in mind. However, we realize this is not always the case. Of course, this happens once we are mature enough to understand reality. In my years, …

It takes a village

The reasons I started this blog was not for others to read, but mostly as therapy. When my therapist suggested writing it down, I decided to type it here. My decision to blog was for someone to find solace in my words and to know we all go through emotional trauma. We all have a …

The first years…

Memories at this stage are fuzzy and hard to decipher. I recall the firs few years of school being a struggle, with not understanding the language or the culture. I was still trying to find my place in the world and in all that chaos I was trying to manage school, trying to make friends, …

Mexico…

It's hard for a child to understand adult decisions... it is hard to understand them now. The life in Mexico that I recall was a happy one. I was in kindergarten, I had my cousins, my aunts, I was surrounded by family. My memories from those initial years of life are short and sporadic, but …

Friends… or lack thereof

It was so hard to fit in not only due to the fact that I was awkward and hardly spoke the language, but also because it was hard for me to outgoing. In my life in Mexico I was not quiet, I was actually quite rambunctious and social. What happened to me when I moved? …

Starting School

Coming from Mexico where I lived the first few years of my life, starting school was not easy. On top of all the other changes, this did not start very well. First, I did not speak English and although we lived in a place where many people spoke Spanish, school was English only. The kids …

The start of the journey

My name is Yvonne, I am from the Southwest. I was born in the US, but was raised between here and Northern Mexico. My mother was 18 at the time of my birth. At four or five years of age, my life drastically changed when the adults in my family decided to shift my tutelage …