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Nature, the gentlest mother

Nature, the gentlest mother


Hello! Happy Monday! I hope everyone had an excellent weekend. The desert has been slowing warming up - the sun smiling down on my baby's toes during our daily walks. We already hit the triple-digits just last week.


So when our friends invited us to go for hiking in Oak Glen we jumped at the chance. Just an hour drive from home, it provides the ultimate juxtaposition to our desert. When we arrived everything was covered in a beautiful foggy blanket. It was green and lush, and smelled amazing. 


When our future compadre (Ximena's future padrino) called us up to invite us, he promised "a beautiful forest" (LOL). It did not disappoint, though. There were trees and all kinds of gorgeous green things. 


We went on a hike. It was actually my first hike postpartum. I LOVE hiking. I have missed it so, so much. So this trip was literally a breath of fresh air. I got a good little workout in, and a confidence boost: though I was tired, I was able to finish it with an additional 20+lbs of sleepy baby on top of me!


Ximena knocked out almost immediately after starting the hike. Which was lucky because it was cold, so she slept in the Ergo in her many layers, under a million blankets. #mexicanmomproblems


After the hike, we walked up to the little cafe and had apple everything: spiced cider and a warm apple crisp.  


I'll include the poem from which I got the post's title below, written by Emily Dickinson. #yourewelcome

Nature, the gentlest mother,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest,
Her admonition mild

In forest and the hill
By traveller is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.

How fair her conversation,
A summer afternoon,--
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down

Her voice among the aisles
Incites the timid prayer
Of the minutest cricket,
The most unworthy flower.

When all the children sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky

With infinite affection
And infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.

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Mamá Crush Miércoles: Veronica Hernandez

Mamá Crush Miércoles: Veronica Hernandez