Raising a boy

Raising a boy

As my son gets closer to being born, I notice things in the young men around me that I find annoying or even rude. Or I see young men ill-prepared for professional life, and I wonder, “What did you spend your youth doing?”

And that leads me to video games.  I personally believe that we have a whole generation of young adults now who are completely unprepared for life. I see the latch-key kids coming home from work as 20somethings and even 30somethings and they are a generation completely shaped by media. They don’t question media, they believe it whole-hardheartedly.  When I suggest going to original sources (supreme court decisions, congressional edicts etc) they complain that they can’t read it, it doesn’t make sense, or they didn’t know that this information was available to the public. This amazes me. I was trained to read the opinions of supreme court justices, analyze that and then observe the news.  But that was an AP class, the majority of my contemporaries did not have that experience, and they are used to viewing CNN or Fox as original sources, not the town criers or Rachel Lyndes they used to be recognized as.

All that to say, there are 10 things I’ve decided I want to teach my son:

1. How to read, at an advanced reading level

2. Manners for every situation
3. How to great a boss, interview, address colleagues,
4. How to greet a woman
5. What the best exercise for his own style of fitness is
6. How to read a court decision
7. How to write a business letter, a correspondence letter and a newsletter
8. How to cook 7 meals
9. How to wash dishes and clothes properly
10. Cut, Color & Clarity for a ring.
What things do you want your son to know before he graduates college?
The beauty of Sundays

The beauty of Sundays

It is somewhat of a tradition in my family to spend 1 1/2 hrs in church then come home to a big family dinner. Usually I cook up something Cuban on Sundays and my parents bring over dessert. After a big meal full of uplifting conversations, and lots of laughs, nap time settles over the house. The baby is put down for a nap, a sofa is secured for one person, the guest bed for another, the sectional for a third. Someone is always left roaming the house like a wandering Aramean and I say, “why don’t you go take a nap in my room.” To which the person responds, “But don’t ypu want to sleep there?” And I reply, “No child I’ve got ro clean up my kitchen.”

Once everthong is clean, and there are snores heard all over the house, I pick up my kindle, sit in my rocking chair andread a good book. 

When the hours for siesta are through, the whole family gathers in the living room for a movie, or a marathon of some show someone has gotten us into. It is very nearly perfect.

The only blight on the whole day is that a few relations are not near enough to join in the fun. 

My Husband: A Summary?

My Husband: A Summary?

You might know, but this blog I use a non-de-plume for our last name “Meta” means “Goal” in Spanish, and it works for us because together we have a lot of goals.

My husband has three different jobs.  He works at a university by day, and personally trains retirees in the evenings and weekends. His third job is being a personal trainer on a fitness app.  As if this wasn’t enough on top of being a husband and father, he is a bodybuilder.  He has competed in 17 local and state competitions.  This summer he is going to compete in another one, so his diet and fitness regimen is very intense and very strict. Not only that, but he is going to be doing this sport naturally. I don’t know if you know much about this sport, but it is very hard to go pro naturally.  Most of the men you see making a living off of body building are using something. Not my husband. He’s legit. I hope he wins in June because it will say a lot for his lifestyle, and the show is a national qualifier, so if her wins the one in June, he needs to win 2 more before he’ll be at pro level.

How exciting is that?

Have I told you how we met? We met 7 years ago while I was in town visiting my parents. I was dating someone else, but my parents and sisters did not like this other guy. They had good reasons too.  Anyway so one day my mom and I walked into the gym and my mom went to be trained by my husband.  She offered to pay for me to train with him too, and I said no.  I didn’t want to cut into his hour with her.

So we became friends, but nothing more for a long time.  Two years later, I was single and I moved to town.  We became friends, and he always tried to ask me out.  I said no at least three times (personal trainers and bodybuilders have bad reputations). Finally three years ago we went out on our first date.  My only stipulation was that he had to take me someplace where he had never taken another girl, and I let him know right from the beginning that I this time around wanted to wait until I was married to have sex. He went out with me anyway.

Six months later we were engaged.

One year after getting engaged we were married. Our pastor lauded our relationship, telling others that the respect we showed for one another and our friendship that had blossomed into love was the way he thought people should do relationships.

One month after getting married, I was pregnant.  Every American laughed at us and called my daughter “Honeymoon Special” until she was born, however my Colombian family said that in that country if you come home from the honeymoon and you’re not pregnant, you need to work on your *relationship* a little. Ha ha.

Throughout the first pregnancy my husband vacillated between being super understanding and amazing. I gained 43 pounds during that pregnancy and I was terrified I would never lose it again.  After the dr gave the ok, my husband helped me work it all off.

Then I got pregnant again. Throughout this pregnancy he’s been pretty wonderful. Although this time around he won’t pay for ice-cream 😦

I’m thankful for him.  And you know what’s funny? I’m a book worm, and I’ve never been drawn to other bookworms. I’ve always had a thing for jocks or musicians. And since I was a little girl I always thought I would end up with an athlete.

What about you? If you’re married, did you think you would end up with the kind of spouse you have? Are you two more alike in habits or are you very different?  If you are single, what kind of spouse do you think would work for you?

Summer Time Squad

Summer Time Squad

I have been a stay-at-home-mother for the past year, yet this summer I have chosen to stay ahead of the medical bills and get a summer job.  Though it is your basic entry-level desk job answering phones all day and being treated like you’re brain dead by one or two of the employees, I know that ultimately, this is the best financial decision for my family.  And what’s more is that my parents are visiting us for the summer, and are able to care for my daughter.  Bonding time!

It’s difficult for me to return to work, even if it is just for the summer but in the Meta household, we try to be ahead of the curve-ball.

So far, my mom has had a train-ride day with my daughter and a cooking day.  I think next up on their adventure list to visit a local park or playground.  While I am sad that I am missing out on her toddler summer, I know that ultimately, my husband and I are doing what is best for our family.

I think its what makes my family unique. Other people talk about squad goals, or teams, and to be completely honest, my team has always been my immediate family and my cousin Gladys (shout out!). My parents, sisters, cousin and now her family are my support system.  When my car battery died in the middle of a random gas station my cousin was there to jump my car.  When my brakes needed to be replace, my father and my husband replaced them. I’ve had the opportunity to be there for them also, and its nice that out of a billion people in the world, my team is my family.

Tell me, who is your Team or your Squad? Are they interchangeable?
Pregnancy Food – 12 weeks

Pregnancy Food – 12 weeks

Normally I try to eat healthy. My husband is a personal trainer / bodybuilder and I try to be as healthy as possible. Well, when I’m not expecting. When I am, I eat small quantities of whatever I want. 

Today I want ramen noodle with peanut butter. I cook it in chicken broth and I add veggies and 2 TBS of peanut butter. This groses put my husband amd my parents. 

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve eaten while pregnant? 

Growing together

Growing together

My husband and I have different strengths. At 5’10 195lbs my husband is all muscle. He lives for fitness and has competed in 27 different bodybuilding shows. In fact he is training for one that is 12 weeks from now (no arepas for him!) 

He could care less about reading, but because I like it, he’s now averaging one book a month. I am very proud of him!

I am not a fitness expert. I am a new mother, I majored in American Literature, published a book in 2011 and generally would rather be cooking or reading. 

I am 5’3 129lbs, I only run when someone is chasing me, and I only do weights because my husband is a great trainer and he makes it fun. He is very proud of me when I make it through a workout without complaining. 

I love that God brought us together. We are so different, sometimes its crazy. We rub off on each other. He reads more because of me and I workout and care more about my health because I’m with him. I wonder what it will be like in 10 years? How will we have grown together?

How have you and your significant other influenced and grown together? 

How do you want to grow in the future?