I am a mom that writes. I come from a family of storytellers, so I used to be a kid that writes, and a teenager that writes (I have several journals, stories, and even a novel from my teen years). But it was becoming a mother that pushed me to write “in public.” When my second daughter was born with Down syndrome, she challenged what I viewed as perfect, worthy, important, and valuable in life. I had received her as a broken baby, only to quickly recognize that I was the broken one. The treasures I have discovered along the way are not found in strength, performance, eloquence, character or confidence. They are found in brokenness, where beauty is found unexpectedly as a result of God’s love and compassion transforming my life. I began to use our family blog to share our new journey with our friends and family. Blogging helped me rediscover my love for writing and storytelling.
I still keep up with that blog, These Broken Vases: Finding Beauty in Unexpected Places.
Besides being a writer, my most important roles are within my family. I am a wife to Andy and I like my husband… a lot. He is a real man of integrity and I respect and admire him greatly. He is a pastor, but before you think of me as “the pastor’s wife” please know that I am a broken person with much need of grace. I don’t play the piano, and although I have volunteered to sing on Sunday mornings, Andy keeps telling me I am more needed sitting on the pews with our girls. Never mind our worship team only has 2 people in it, and only one sings. I suppose he is only taking care of his people, that’s what pastors do.
We have 3 girls. Ellie, our oldest, is a talented little artist and one of the most accepting and compassionate human beings I know. Nichole is our youngest, she has Down syndrome, and she is a rascal (she thinks she can get away with rascal activities because she has Down syndrome, like it was an excuse or a reason not to help out at home). Then there is Nina, our middle child, who joined our family through international adoption, she has cerebral palsy. I never thought I would end up being the mom of a child with special needs, let alone two of them! Nevertheless, now special needs defines our family and our church. Most days I love it!
You want to know one of the biggest passions that developed out of the children I have? To see the church embrace people with disabilities. Not out of pity or out of service, but out of a genuine understanding, acceptance, and celebration of their life.
I am a Latin girl, born and raised in Mexico City. I moved to the United States when I was 17 years old. I don’t think I have an accent, but there are some words that give me trouble, like “non” vs. “nun” and some other crazy vowel sounds and combinations you English speaking people use. On the other hand, I can roll my Rs like a champion, can you?
Please take a moment to look around and visit the blog. I am so glad you are here!
And if you are a “somebody” that writes or blogs, join me every Monday for a writing-prompt and let’s write together! Whether you need some inspiration or you just want to have fun with words, it would be great to have you join in.
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