Feliz Día de Madres (Happy Mother’s Day)

Feliz Día de Madres

Happy Mother’s Day to the Best Mommy in the World. Thank God for Skype! 🙂

I was simply just to tired yesterday to write a long blog post related to Mother’s Day,  thinking it would appear somewhat cliche.  I mentioned my mommy in an earlier blog post and there simply are not enough words to describe how awesome she is and how much I love her.  My mother provided the model framework that has made me and my sisters the great mothers we have become today.  All of our children adore and respect us, because (like our mother) we provided them with the appropriate amount of unwavering support, a kick in the pants when required, but moreover our unquestionable love.  I am so proud of my mother and how she raised us and the values she and my father instilled in all of their children.  But, since today is a time to celebrate Mother’s Day my Daddy will have to wait as I tip my hat to my mother and thank God that I was blessed to grow-up under her love, eternal care and wisdom.

So many of our friends would call her “Mom” and tell us how fortunate we were to have a mother like her.  I used to get jealous as a child when other kids would call her that thinking she’s NOT your mom.  Now, as I have matured and can reflect upon those feelings, I sometimes feel ashamed for being so selfish.  I myself am a mother and my daughter’s friends will sometimes call me mom.  She never has told me she resented it however, she never hesitate to let people know that she is my Princess Little Mermaid and an only child.  Currently, I have come to understand why our fiends expressed those loving sentiments toward our mom.  Her care and love toward children has always spilled over into whatever arena she would find herself with us (e.g., Girl Scouts, Cheer-leading, Track, Football, Basketball, Gymnastics, etc…) or without us when teaching the children in her classrooms.  In the above picture she in my Daddy are applauding my sister Veronica as she is being sworn in as a member of the Akron Public School board.  They’re always there when you need ’em.

I remember when my mom went back to college and was taking classes with my sister and I at the University of Akron.  I was so overwhelmed by her commitment to academic excellence and how she excelled (more than I) grade-wise in here academic courses.  My Mom has served as an inspiration to me in returning back to work on my Ph.D. as an adult learner.  Recently, my mother has been forced to master more internet competencies since my undertaking of a study abroad experience here in Chile. She has learned to use Skype with growing confidence and I have to be careful not to login accidentally when I am  trying to work.  That is because, in very short order, I will hear the familiar chimes of Skype indicating she is calling me because she saw my Skype symbol said I was available for chatting. lol 🙂  But, I don’t mind one bit and will stop whatever I am doing to make time to talk to my Mommy.  So Happy Mother’s Day to anyone who has served as a mom to your own children or someone else’s kids.  It is simultaneously one of the bests and most challenging jobs in the world, made special by the smiles and joy you place on the faces of those you touch and who have come to depend on you for emotional support and encouragement.

It's my special day and I'm doing laundry... can you say irony?

It’s my special day and I’m doing laundry… can you say irony?

 My mother’s day was spent in Chile doing dirty laundry (how “motherisk”).  But I did get to Skype with both my mom and daughter so it wasn’t a total bust.


Found these awesome soccer team World Cup fan paraphernalia at the grocery store on last Saturday.  I was loving those bright colors and the fact that the countries are spelled in their own language (Brasil v. Brazil and España v. Spain).  It would have been hard to find these back in Athens, GA at the grocery store.  Can you say?  New Zumba gear!! lol 🙂

Mother's Day 2014

Me as a very young mother with my beautiful Princess Little Mermaid.  I so love that little girl (and now young woman and Attorney). #Proudmommy #gratefulmom


The door handle broke after work; I’m stuck in the bathroom.

The door handle broke after work; I’m stuck in the bathroom.

I can’t believe I’m trapped in the bathroom.

Hashtag #myinternationalifeinChile

I am so convinced that these special moments happen to me just so that I can make a funny and interesting blog post. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it!! So, this is how it all began tonight.

Typically, either my office mate Olga or myself are the last two people to leave the office for the day. Since the recent change to daylight savings time in Chile (we recently entered fall season), it has begun to get dark outside even before we all depart from the office work day. Today, Olga and I left around the same time and I decided to stop by the bathroom in order to make my walk home more enjoyable (I drank a lot of juice today).

It had been raining like Noah’s Ark this past week and the door is made of all natural wood. It was particularly damp today as my glasses started to fog over as I worked at my desk. In response, I opened a window to help with air circulation upstairs. Returning to my bathroom account, as I attempted to exit el baño downstairs, the unlock mechanism would not engage to open the bathroom door. Now there are two locks on the door, one is a simple turn-key device and other is an automatic lock. I looked at the area more closely to ensure that I had not mistakenly turned the manual lock the wrong way. To my shock and later horror, I realized that I had not made a mistake and that the manual lock was open; and that I had in fact been trapped in the bathroom.

Everyone was gone for the day and the campus was approaching empty with regards to inhabitants. I kept trying to turn the lock manually in hopes that it would pop open but, the damp weather had softened the wood. Instead of popping open, the lock hand and screw just popped off into my panicked hand.

At first I just stood there in disbelief waiting for Ashton Kutcher to jump out of nowhere and tell me I had just been “Punked” (a popular US TV program). Then, I began to frantically search for any MacGyver-like instrument that could be used to free me from my “indelicate” prison. I located a steak knife that was under the bathroom sink cabinet where we keep our coffee supplies and tried to pry the lock open. But, it wasn’t working. I then started to pound on the door, “¡Hola! ¡Hola! ¿Alguien está allí? ¡La puerta se rompió y estoy atrapado dentro!

I next, just took a step back and calmed myself. I started rationalizing, well it won’t be so bad if I have to spend the night in the bathroom in our office. At least I have coffee. Then I thought, well I usually get home after everyone else in the house and they will likely not even notice that I’m not home. I felt the panic starting to mount… what if my daughter sends me a Facebook share or message, and I never respond back during the whole night? I know after a few hours she’s call my cell phone and that’s inside of my purse which is now resting on the couch on the other side of the door. Then, she’s going to get upset and call one of my sisters and before we all know it, it will be an international incident being played out on CNN (of course I’m exaggerating for humor’s sake). So, I said to myself, I’ve got to get out of this bathroom. I took a deep breath, said a prayer (which I should have done in the first place anyways) and the knife popped the door right open. I don’t know how, but I was free.

As I approached the exit there was a man standing there with his cell phone in hand who had heard my cry for help. He was in the process of calling the campus guards to come help me. I told him what happened and that I was fine. We both had a big chuckle as I explained to him what had happened. I thanked him for his willingness to rescue me and headed home. I first wrote our office manager a note on Facebook about the incident when I arrived home. But before that, I left a note on the door in Spanish telling everyone not to close the bathroom door because they will be trapped inside. lol I finally rushed home to write this blog post. I guess the moral of this story is don’t panic, because I am just lovin’ my #internationallifeinchile. 🙂