3.12.2019

Sewing, again

It's been a long time, for sewing as for writing here. I missed both.
Sewing is so many things, all very positive; relaxing, creating sharing.
Blogging too, is so warm and nice, the connection that we get from reading about other people (mostly moms) lives, struggles and triumphs, and then commenting, feeling identified or cheering up them, or just learning amazing or practical things, is very different from what I feel I get on Instagram or Facebook. Here it all feels slower, kinder.

I wrote before about the group of moms and babies that I teach, music and English. Two weeks ago, they requested a sewing workshop. I have done this before, but haven't for a few years. One of the main ideas was to make menstrual pads out of the discarded cloth diapers of their babies, certainly a very Earth-friendly idea.








The result was very good and we had a great time.

Then, yesterday, I wanted to go out to get vegetables but I didn't wanted to bring a purse. I have entered a phase of my life were I don't want to carry purses, but the badly or non existent pockets on women's jeans is making it difficult, I have been meaning to do something about it but couldn't find the time, finally, yesterday I made some time.






I'm happy with the result, even when there is room to improve on the somehow improvised pattern, I was afraid that I was going to look like a clown, but I don't feel like that (even if I do look like one) and I loved the little patches I added. I plan to improve or add pockets in all my pants, it's amazing, and feminist, I think.

3.11.2019

Babies are amazing

It has been almost four year since I last wrote here, except for my very intimate previous post which, funny enough, made reference to that last time also, 2015.

I have been doing lots of stuff, as I usually do, even when I feel more tired than ever. On 2015 I was admitted in a public music school to study violin, it has been a bumpy road, but it has led me to the wonderful project that I now have teaching babies to play music.

It started with another class I teach, English for babies, another sort of unusual project. My very close friend Karime asked me to teach her daughter English, because, somehow, I was very successful teaching my son (he scores C1 on Cambridge placement tests), and so I jumped on the path of making that a reality, wondering how to teach English to babies. We got more and more mom to come and bring their babies, and they were all very happy and then Karime requested a music class.

Music is an area in which I don't feel very confident, but my son is an advance music student, even when he is only twelve, and so I plan it with him.

I remember setting the time for the class for a week later and still not knowing what as I going to do. I didn't wanted to be just a baby class "early stimulation" as baby classes are often called here, I have done that and I can do it well, but I wanted something different.

Finally, the day before the class I saw it clearly, if had to be a Suzuki Method violin class. I have participated in many, as a student, next to kids, and I believe in many concepts from this methodology, being one of the most important "Everybody can", that is what convinced me to purchase a violin when I was 32 years old, and if I could, they most certainly could.



I was amazed, on the first class they were able to hold their violins and bows almost perfect, at least for babies if this age. I used a toy violin that I adjusted to work more or lees like a proper one, it was a Christmas gift for my son when he was tree, his stepdad painted for him.

The class started on October 2018, and has continued growing, with more and more students, they are really amazing, because babies that are loved are at their full potential, I believe.





I'm having a hard time

I really don't know were to look for help. Some days I feel like I'm not going to make it, I feel that this all sounds very lame and as if I'm making it up, just like I have been told so many times, that is all in my mind. But I'm afraid, this feels way too familiar, last time I came out of it, I don't want to got through it again, I feel that I can't.
I talked to some friends but I don't think I was able to communicate efficiently.

Four years ago, in 2015, my parthner asked me to marry him, he suggested it as a practical matter, but still I was overjoyed, I have always dreamt this, since 2007 when our relationship started.

I need to explain that it was never quite a regular relationship. He came to our lives when my baby was 15 months old, he was kind and wanted to help me, also to be with me, but he was not going to be my boyfriend, he clarify. I have never understand exactly what is the deal, at times he wants to expend most of his free time with us, he would display his affection towards me publicly and privately, but he can also be very mean. We have been togheter on and off for years, even we lived indifferent countries for three years in the years of 2010-2013, even so, he would always stayed in touch, always treating me like much more than a friend and as a father for my boy. He is controlling and difficult, but in the past four years he has been more committed as a parent.

So, he suggested we should marry, my heart raced, and just a few days later I found out that he was in a very serious relationship with a girl. He did not considered this a fault, since he had established that our relationship should be open (I have never wanted things to be this way and I have said it). Many times over the years I have tried to separate his fatherly relationship with my son -which has some positive aspects- from his relashionship with me, but he ends up always making him self at home in my home and I end up falling for him, again and again.

I should mention that I have no family in the country I live and that the biological parental family of my son was never involved, his dad left us when I was pregnant and his parents (middle-high class) bullyied me to try and coherce me to abort. That means that the economical, practical and affective ties to my partner are strong, he does not have a relationship with his own immediate family, so I hardly know them and there is no relationship with them or with his friends, he hardly ever introduce me to any and never invites me out to do anything as a couple, all our interaction is always family centered. We use to watch movies, play music, play board games, go to parks or just hang in his house or mine.

When he proposed and then I found out about the girlfriend I felt into a deep depression, I was feeling suicide impulses that I could not control, I told him that I was in really bad shape that I needed help, he just said, think about your kid, don't do that, but that didn't helped.
One day a decided to make some little party and a friend of a friend came and really liked me, so he briefly courted me and I decide to try and have a relationship, but he was going trough very dark stuff himself and so, a couple of months later the relationship ended.
I was destroyed and I seeked professional help, went to a therapist for a few months until she left the clinic. It was if great help at first but then she convinced me to get in touch again with my ex partner so I could take an acting job, this was not very positive for me.

Since then my partner and I have been togheter at times and not. A few weeks ago I started to notice him all smilley when checking his text messages, and changing with me, still affectionate but not the same. He did no effort to hide this and acussed me of emotional blackmailing him if I looked sad about it. Several times I asked him if he was in a relationship and he eluded me.

Finally he sort of let me know that he was going out of the city for the weekend, I try to keep calm, but eventually loose it and started texting him asking about the relationship and he ended up accepting and saying that he would explain on Monday. I decided that I didn't need that, that I just couldn't  accept this terms, so I blocked him.

It's been a week and I have started to feel that's my mental state in deterioting, like at times I'm not in controlo all the sadness  and there are no positive or necessary  quemicals in my brain, I don't want to get as bad as in 2015, and I have consider therapy but right now we can't afford it. I homeschool my kid and with no family around to help I can't take formal jobs because I have to take care of him 24/7.
To make things worse, just as in 2015, the relationship with my son (almost a teenager), is deteriorating.

I wish to hear female voices of emphaty, mi ex conviced me that it was silly to expect exclusive relationships and that if I'm sad if just because I choose to suffer.

6.06.2015

This year Harry Potter it is



















 This year has been very tireing, or somehow I have been more tired than ever. Or maybe, I'm just starting to be normal, because I always had like an endless flow of energy, but as 2015 kick in I was done.

Whether I homeschooled or worked or studied, but I couldn't bring myself to do all at once as I have been doing for many years.

Even the so long expected birthday of my son almost caught me empty handed. I have always made his birthdays into big crafty, cooking and artsy productions but this time I just could not get around it. Besides I had to celebrated much earlier this year.

On Friday I stared to feel down, and then spend half Saturday crying alone at home. I'm having a lot of changes on my life and some of them are very welcomed and bring happiness but also confusion as well as  the starting of the puberty of my son. He had requested a Star Wars party but then restarted the reading of Harry Potter and the Chamber of the Secrets, and decided to change the theme at the last minute, the party is in two weeks.

At first I was stressed about it, but then it turn out that it was just what I needed to get in motion again. And so at the end of the afternoon I started to pin ideas and download printables and such, and when I went to meet Itzcóatl we both were happy and excited. We went to get some materials and stayed up until late doing wands and I started to knit scarves for the kids. I think it's going to be great, even when it only will be a small party.

4.16.2015

A day out with mom :: a funny piece, I hope

I was asked to write a funny piece for my English class and here it is.

A day out with mom

It has been a long time since we don’t go out. I’ve been tired and sad, but I owe him, my beautiful son, he deserves a day out.

And so I got the discount tickets a week ago, we will be going out in a little trip to Taxco this Sunday, I’m nervous and excited, and so tired. I tried to get in bed early last night, but I had tons of work as usual. So I only got a few hours of sleep and we have to wake up very early, which is not my thing at all. starting days early, but here we go.

I hear the alarm and I stay for another ten minutes as it would make a great difference. I finally crawl about of bed and get into the shower. I get dress and wake my son up and run to the kitchen to make a breakfast to go. We are almost ready and on time but fifteen minutes later we are no ready yet and now we are late.

The little letters of the tickets said that if you are not at the Angel de la Independencia at 7:00 am sharp the shuttle will leave, waiting for no one. It’s 6:55 and we are in the street and catch a cab. We arrive at the Angel at 7:05. There is at least 6 different tourist buses or shuttles and I start to ask around, people send me from one to another but every driver says that this is not ours. I started to feel very sad and frustrated, I can see the disappointment on my child eyes.

Suddenly one shuttle arrives and some guys on the street start to yell at us, “This is yours!, Get in fast!” We run full of hope. As I talk to the driver he seems confused. But my tickets are valid, so he says that we can get in. The problem is there is no seats available, we will have to sit on the floor all the way to the tollbooth, were we will meet the other shuttle, that should have room for us.

So we accommodate ourselves inside the best we can and smile. As the city passes by trough the windows I can appreciate the light of the morning as it unfolds with his cold breeze. I start to feel drowsy because of the lack of sleep, but I’m feeling so proud of have done it. In the end I’m not such a bad parent. My kid is so happy. We ate our yogurt with granola and have a little chat with the other travelers.

When we reach the border of the city there is a lot of pine trees and a few poor houses. The shuttle parks and call the other driver, that is on it’s way, 10 minutes away. We are aloud to go to the restrooms, so we both go. There are little unpleasant but at least not dirty. As I close the door of mine it hits me.

The whole phone conversation with the travel agency. When I called three days ago. Now I remember that the lady told me that I was confirming my tickets too late, and that all seats were taken, but that we could go next week. I start to feel the blood on my cheeks, we are already on the edge of the city, what are we supposed to do now?, and how I’m going to face the drivers who can’t be blame. I feel so ashamed of accepting my mistake that I just decide to play along my point but to get back to the city.

 So I get back, I insist a little on the fact that my tickets are real, and then I say I understand there has been some kind of mistake, and that it wont be convenient for us to ride all the way to Taxco if there is no seats and no meals paid for us, and that I’ll call the office and fix it on Monday. The drivers explain me how to take a bus back into the city and left with meaningful looks to each other.

My son is more amused at my embarrassment than disappointed by the experience. I make him promise not to tell anyone. And then I take him to a nice place for breakfast and we spend the day out nicely, a family Sunday, you may say.

Nahuatl Vargas
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12.10.2014

Happy sewing, a shop update

I'm so happy because I have been sewing a lot lately.











Unfortunately some of that sewing happened while taking care of my son who got sick with a throat infection that hasn't got away yet, but he is much better now, and I'm grateful for that.

I used my technique of rubber stamps on fabric to make some cuties, like the bike bonnet and the snowflake dress, I love tho use cute buttons too.

Everything is already on the shop if you want to check it out.

11.24.2014

Our Advent Calendar



I'm very happy because this year I did finish the Advent Calendar on time, I reuse the little paper rolls tree I did last year. But this time I manage to sew all the felt ornaments and I sealed on the back too,



I think it looks like a honeycomb.I also includede little notes for family activites such as ºWe will go  to any museum you chose today", and others that just say "I love you" or "I admire you".
 




I use the ornaments as milestones or reminders of family memories. So there is one from the year he started to play piano or take chess lessons, and from birthdays too, like the year we made one themed on fruits or cars.

I hope we will have time to be together.