Big ugly red coat in the middle of May, filing cabinet inside your backpack, and pancakes at 6 am makes it kind of hard to only be your sister. I potty trained you one summer and it only took a few weeks for you to learn, and I have to say I was proud of both of us. You were only 2 years old and I was 9.
Excuse me for being a big sister, but like when you were 2, I know you can.
At 5:30 am I want to hit the snooze button. I get up and everyday it’s the same-hair, make-up, and action.
At what point do I begin to feel like I am doing the right thing. All my life growing up I had everything figured out. I am good at finding information and working hard. I wanted to go to college, but my parents couldn’t afford to send me, so I got three jobs. I wanted a house and needed to pay my school tuition, so I got an extra job along with my regular full time job all while going to school full time. Doing those things sounded so easy and felt so hard, but in the end, they were all worth it. Now, it seems like I can’t figure out what I love- photography.
I begin to doubt myself and wonder well maybe it’s just not for me. I’ll just get a 9 to 5 and move up in some world. I am good at a lot of things. I am organized, disciplined, motivated, and I am really good at telling people what to do, but a 9 to 5 is not for me. I am happy behind my camera, eating at my desk, playing my music really loud, and eating wedding cake.
Every year we try to outdo last years mother’s day. One year it was gift cards to go shopping. The next year it was lunch at Fogo De Chao. This year it’s salmon, wine, and a trip to Niagra Falls.
Four years ago I cried in desperation as Neto and I drove back home. I bought a house for my mom thinking I was doing the right thing. Years later I realized that she just wants peace.
She is great at helping others and never expects anything not even a thank you in return, and that is where my mom is the better person.
For everything she has done for me and others, I am thankful. For the woman I am, I am indebted. And for the person I desire to be, well let’s just say I’ve been working on my nice skills.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom.
Ps. Thank you to my sisters Caro and Ish-shah for your selflessness. Thank you for your devotion and willingness to give your time, money, and effort for our mom. I can’t forget the amazing men in our lives- Neto and David for going along with our crazy adventures, whether it’s down the road, up the mountains, or accross the atlantic, you’re selfless for sharing the world with our mom.
Surround yourself with great people who want to be successfull, and they too will take you along for the ride.
My eight grade friend, Cassie, takes her vacations in Haiti, but has not seen the beach. She does amazing work helping the people in Haiti.
Yvonne has found something she loves- teaching. I’m glad to say that she is back in Texas.
Claudia, my newest friend, and the sweetest of us all is attending UTMB begining this summer.
My friends are amazing women.
Along the way I met some new fabulous people and soon to be in front of my camera once again.
To real men and to one day doing nothing. Today was a chaotic day. You annoyed me by not answering your phone, so I forgave you. (Sorry for being a diva.) You are always there with a kleenex box when I am down or a some cupcake moscato when I’m up, so I’m here for the days you work 30 hours straight and for the day you have time to do nothing. One day we’ll get that break. For now, to our endless nights of no sleep and to being superhuman.