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By: Our Everydays June 26, 2017

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A mamá in midwinter’s thaw ✨

The first time I put pencil to paper to storytell, I was eight years old. Simple observations of my days, with i’s dotted with big hollow circles; the playful and youthful handwriting of a child. That day, eight year old me started writing my story, and that same day years later, my daughter would be born. A story of story, and a story that begins again. I am reading my daughter, and to know her in yet another language. A language of words and drawing put together; the art of a little storyteller becoming, become. And then, there is the scent of my baby boy’s feet, that is so specific to my DNA, that it penetrates my cells, and transforms into love. It’s all so mean-to-be-simple beautiful!

A new month, here we are ❤️ my little monkey, my heart, such a deliciousness of a little human... and those little feet! Those little feet! Ugh! As a mother, I have a unique and beautiful relationship with both of my children. I treasure it. And this little love, ugh, the way he tugs at my mama heart. He’s so funny, care free, has the most beautiful belly laughs, and watching him enjoy life is so damn inspiring. He came downstairs while I was working in my studio the other night, and told me “I love all the beautiful things you make”. My baby, if you could only stay this little a little longer 💛

Remember that wreath I made from my fall backyard harvest? Look how beautifully it’s aging ✨ even added a bow for the Christmas season past.

Raising bilingual children; it’s what I write/think/talk about often, and it’s impossible for me not to, being completely immersed in it 24/7. Any parents raising bilingual/multilingual children feel the same? A few days ago, I shared how there are words that have no equivalent one word translation in the other, and it isn’t unique to Spanish. Reading Braiding Sweetgrass, it speaks about the Anishinaabe word “Puhpowee” which translates to “the force which causes a mushroom to push up from the earth overnight”. How exquisite that a word to encompass all that even exists. With words like that, I understand why Spanglish, Franglais, Engliese, etc, exist. I witness this first hand with my own children, because it only makes sense that they would utilize their ENTIRE multilingual repertoire, their cross linguistic connections, to say what they want to say. It’s fascinating, and why wouldn’t they? And yet, it’s still a default to be language elitist (I could write a whole other post about this) where these hybrid languages are lesser than. After all, the “goal” is to reach proficiency in the target language- but what is lost in the process? It’s making me think about how important it is to make space for multilingual expression in my home, and how does that extend? When we speak about diversity and inclusion, especially in multicultural/lingual societies, how does that translate to language? A friend shared a great dual language resource with me - @josemedina1000 - which has fuelled so many ideas/thoughts/conversations when it comes to language in my home, and as a bilingual family.

The sun’s romance this morning 〰️✨

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