My mother died when I was an infant, Sana. I never knew motherly love, which is probably why I didn’t choose to have children. Pregnancy, birth, raising kids all seemed so foreign to me. I am a very lucky woman to have a bit of that experience through my daughter’s children. They lived with me from the ages of 3 and one until 11 and 9. I co-parented with my daughter since her ex was not in the picture very much.

My daughter is from Honduras. Her ex is Puerto-Rican. So, this very white American woman not only was introduced to motherhood but also to a culture so different than mine. Add the fact that my second husband is Argentinian and I met him through my daughter and it’s clear that my entire world was changed by that one lost teenager ♥ The best decision I made in my life was to give her a home. In exchange, she gave me a new life.