6 months of Guru Che

My wise guru is 6 months out of my womb today. Life is full of adventures because of him, full of learning and spiritual growing. I only wish I can be the mom that he really deserves...so I keep learning... listening. This life and this moment are my most important school. Grateful to be in it.

Vegan Heart Reese's!

We could care less about Valentine's day, but there is ALWAYS an excuse to celebrate love. Always and forever. Especially if your little baby turns 6 months today! 6 months already!
So much growing have been happening around us and we couldn't be more grateful.

I made these little hearts for dessert today. *Our oven broke so these are no bake pieces of heaven.*

Ingredients:

1 cup powdered sugar
1/2 cup of peanut butter (I divided it and used almond butter too)
3 tablespoons of butter or Tofutti cream cheese
1/2 cup of chocolate chips




Soften the butter a little bit and mix with the powdered sugar.
Then incorporate the peanut butter to the sugar mix.
Its supposed to be pretty thick.

At this point you can do what I did and put the mixture into a shaped tray or just make little balls.
Put them in the freezer.

Now, melt the chocolate chips and dip the peanut butter balls in it!

Refrigerate and enjoy by dinner time!

Hoping your day and every day is filled with genuine love, warm hugs, bliss and abundance!
Its good to live with a full heart! <3

living in Mother~hood street

Some women dream about getting married and having children...a full kitchen with multiple pairs of feet running around; children with their mouths full of fresh cut fruit. I wasn't one of those. I wanted to write poetry, I wanted to do graffitis on the streets of San Juan, I wanted to be on the newspapers talking about Communism, I wanted to teach feminism to young people. I didn't want a belly or the pair of feet. But they came to me,

and I humbled myself.
and I prayed for wisdom.
and I surrendered to the Universe...to whoever decided I was ready to be a mama.

Motherhood is devotion, I learned as I accepted the fact that this blessing was given to me for a reason.

He (my guru) came to me and I didn't have a clue of what I was doing.

But motherhood is devotion. And you got to listen carefully.

I learned not to listen to others so much.

Others know shit... they don't know your baby. Your baby is different. Not every baby is the same. Those charts mean nothing. Their baby probably don't cry all night long.

And they probably have never cried with their baby at 3 am because he doesn't want to go to sleep.

But there was me... crying, loudly, like a teenager with a broken heart because my empty chest didn't make my son go to sleep. I was exhausted. At the edge of going crazy. And I doubted
myself. Is this meant to be? What the hell I'm doing wrong? This gentle parenting is bullshit. Parenting is not gentle. Parenting hurts, it makes you cry at 3 am.

And there we were... both crying in bed.

He noticed he wasn't the only one crying. And he turned his face, he rolled over and touched my face. My son recognized my sadness and frustration for the first time. He kept touching my face and making his signature happy noise. I stopped crying and got my faith back into to my body.

I've had many nights like that...

Motherhood reminds me of the Sadhus in India. There most be a Sadhu that cried over delicious ripe fruits because they made a promise of not eating it. But they know that the sacrifice is worth it...more than worth it. They know they will learn something from that spiritual "challenge" and that its going to get "easier".

And it does get easier. Especially in the mornings...

My guru wakes up so happy to see me. He seems to know what kisses are already, or at least he values closeness. I know he wants me to forget about my own monsters and my own doubts. In the mornings, motherhood seems so different. Such a happy place. A place to recharge batteries and humble myself once again; to put all my faith in the Guru...because he seems to know how to guide me. How to teach me better lessons from and for the heart.

I trust him.

Like a very loyal devotee.

I'm getting there...

The birth of a Prince

By

Aaron J. Adams-Suarez

Everyone talks about birth as being “the most amazing experience of his 

or her life.” But to talk about something in that way to someone who  

hasn’t experienced it, is like trying to describe color to a blind  

person. When my son was born, all five of my senses were heightened as 

much as they possibly could be. My wife had been screaming at me for  

over 24 hours. To see her lying on the bed, ready to push brought a  

great stillness to the room. Similar to “the calm before the storm.” 

When she finally started to push. Chaos seemed to flood the room. She 

had been pushing for an hour before he began to “crown.” His thick,  

curly, black hair was stuck to his head by the blood and birth fluids. 

With just a few more big pushes, he entered this world at 2:37 am.  

From the moment he came out, to getting cleaned up, weighed, measured, 

to swaddled and held by his new parents, his eyes never averted mine. 

To this day, he spends most of his waking hours staring at his papa.

Mama Milk Muesli

So, this muesli its kinda like the granola you buy in a box but better... and it has 3 essentials ingredients that are known to increase breast milk supply: oats, flax seeds and peanut butter. I usually eat oatmeal with peanut butter in the morning but this is a great variation to that.

Serve with fruit and soy/coconut yogurt and voila!

Vegan Peanut Butter Muesli

1 1/3 cup of oats
4 tbs of flax meal (grounded flax seeds)
4 tbs of vegan butter
3 tbs of sugar or agave
1/2 of peanut butter
1/2 of nuts (pecan, walnuts, almonds)
Optional: raisins or dried berries.

Preheat the oven to 350 and prepare a baking sheet.
In a bowl mix oats, flax meal and nuts.
In a small sauce pan, on medium heat, melt butter then add the peanut butter and the agave or sugar.
Pour the wet ingredients over the oats, flax and nuts and mix well.
Spread the mixture over the baking sheet and bake for 15-20 minutes or until crunchy.

You can eat it right away or store it in a container. Buen provecho!

la mitad

Mi amor,

You are almost half a year old. I imagined you and dreamt about you since I knew you were growing in my belly. I knew way before that morning I took my first pregnancy test that you were "here" and not because of morning sickness but because your presence was beyond obvious. I felt different. Occupied. I imagined you, and deep in my subconscious I wanted you when I realized I wanted to be with your Papa for the rest of my life. You were going to be the promise of the most beautiful love I'd experienced. Imagining you was easy but you have been more than that. More than perfection and open windows. I thought I was going to teach you things, teach you how to talk or look at things...but in reality I haven't taught you much. Instead you make me look at complicated things in a simple way, you are sweet in the mornings after being up all night, you for the first time recognized my sadness and gave me happiness, you are gentle and loving and I wish I was more like you. More innocent but wise. More infinite but little. I ask you every day to stay little, and I know its selfish and unrealistic. I know you are going to fly away from me one day... but you chose me to be your mom and that should be enough. I know what it is to have a full, big, perfect belly because of you. I know what it is to have a full bed because of you. I know what it is to have a full house because of you. I know, mi vida, what it is to have a full heart because of you... and that's something no one can't ever take away from me. My heart will always be full because of you.

I love you, mi criatura divina. So much, it hurts... and you will never know no matter how much I tell you.

We are over Instagram (@ompachamama) just in case you want to see lots and lots of picture of Che.  I'm starting a serie of hashtags called #Chedreams to keep track of all the pictures I have of him sleeping...because there is nothing cuter than that. Follow us!