I really wanted to get back to posting about my mamihood adventures, but I did not think this particular topic was going to be the one that got me back. It just got my blood boiling, so I must.
I’ve been on an emotional bender of some kind, is that even a thing? I have no idea, but I also don’t know what you would exactly call this. I’m wondering why mothers are so venerated?
It’s 2022 and I’m still trying to get “ready” for the New Year. Don’t judge 2022 made me hit the ground running and I’m barely starting to come up for air.
What originally started as simply wanting to highlight the amazing representation of Salvadoran culture, pride, and it’s people. Has now led me to a journey of wanting to know more of our past.
As I ate my slice of cake and started writing this post, I came to the conclusion that somewhere between the first snot filled “I hate you” I must have left my body. I mean how else can I explain my calmness?