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A Woman I Know…

My blog for Rocky Parenting today. Happy Birthday to my beautiful mom.

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There’s this woman that I know…

I’m not sure if you’ve ever heard of a Proverbs 31 woman, but when I read that scripture I can’t help but think of her.

She is the most loving, sincere, selfless, woman that I know.

She celebrates her great days, and she finds something to celebrate on her bad days.

This woman is my Mom.

My mom.

I remember a time when I was younger, I wanted green colored contacts.  (Yes, I was in my awkward early teenage years and yes, I wanted contacts to color my eyes the same color that they already were!) Anyway, her response could have been a number of things but she simply said, “Caiti, be happy with what God gave you.”

I have carried this statement with me since the day she said it.  I’ve done my best to practice what she “preached”  and today I have come…

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Goodbye Blonde Curls…Hello Ears

Today was a MONUMENTAL day in the Mondragon household.  I mean BIG…HUGE. We finally did it.

We cut Eydan’s hair.

If any of you know Eydan, you know that his hair walked into the room first.  Really, especially if you saw him in the mornings! His curls…not much more I can say about them.  They kind of spoke for themselves.  It’s almost as if his hair had it’s own personality (not bigger than Eydan’s of course).  Kind of like Elvis and his hips, or Colorado and snow, or even J-Lo and her butt.  Eydan’s hair was his signature “thing”! It’s who he was. He was the little boy (who got called “girl” a lot) with the most adorable, blonde curly hair.


 For the past year, if anyone ever asked Eydan if he wanted to cut his hair, he would immediately say, “NO WAY!”


But today, he didn’t.  When asked about his hair, his response was different.  Today it was, “I want to cut my hair like Bubba’s.”

Wait.  What? You LOVE your hair. (Yes, he might have always been brushing his locks away from his face, but who cares?!) We LOVE your hair.  Everybody LOVES your hair.  I caught grief from so many people for letting his hair get so long.  I shouldn’t say everybody loved it because that’s not really the case.  Seriously, it was cute.  I loved it.  But, when I think about it…it was about more than just his hair.  Ray and I weren’t ready to cut it because we weren’t ready to let go of that part of Eydan…I wasn’t ready to let him grow up.

But, it was time.


“Mommy, I want to cut it.”

It’s just hair, right? So why in the world is the first hair-cut so difficult?

I remember being emotional with Emaleigh and Elijah too…but Eydan, he’s my baby.  So this time, it IS a little different. The first haircut makes it somewhat—final. And yes, we cried.

 I never knew a hair-cut could be so emotional until I became a mom.  It means that they are no longer a baby.  They are growing up, just like the rest of us.

That first haircut trims away the last bit of baby that you know.  I sat there watching locks of his beautiful, blonde hair fall into his lap and with tears in my eyes I couldn’t help but think of how fast the last 2 1/2 years have flown by.  And, within a blink of an eye…with a few trims of the shears, I watched my baby turn into a handsome young boy.  What a difference a haircut can make.  I almost forgot what Eydan looked like with ears! (Seriously) He’s even more handsome than before…especially with ears!

I love being a mom…and even more, I love being able to witness all of these stages that my kids have  gone through, and those stages that are still yet to come.

Although letting go and letting them grow up can be hard, it’s also amazing.   Cherish your memories.  But don’t be too focused on the past, or you might miss out on the present. In other words, don’t let what your kids used to be outshine who they are becoming.

Here’s to first haircuts…and new found ears!eydanhair


America The (could be so much more) Beautiful


In 1906 the slogan read, “The Great National Temperance Beverage”.

In 1948 it was “Where There’s Coke There’s Hospitality”.

One of my favorites (only because I have a music box that sings this very song) was “I’d Like to Buy the World A Coke”.  Anyone else remember that song?

I’d like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony.

I’d like to hold it in my arms, and keep it company.

I’d like to see the world for once, all standing hand in hand.

And hear them echo through the hills, for peace throughout the land.

Those are all great! All ways that I would like to picture the world that we live in.  Hospitable.  Welcoming. Peaceful.

Well, if you got a chance to watch the Superbowl on Sunday, I’m sure you saw the latest Coca-Cola commercial.  And, I’m sure you have read many comments and blogs about it. Some in support, and some in complete, distasteful backlash.

I saw it, and it immediately became one of my favorite.  Wow, I thought.  What a great country we live in where people can sing such a beautiful song about America, in their own beautiful language.  That’s why we are so unique…a melting pot right? People from all over the world come to visit this great country of ours because we are envied by many as the land of opportunity and promise…to chase whatever dream you have.  Not one of us has the right to take that away.  I don’t care if your family sailed over on the Nina, the Pinta or the Santa Maria…it doesn’t make you any better than someone trying to live out a dream for their family.

Boy, I was way off in thinking that our country might be a little further along than we were in the 1950’s.   Maybe I am just as naive as those that are in an uproar because they think that they were singing our National Anthem. (I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but America The Beautiful is not our National Anthem.)  But it didn’t even cross my mind that people would actually get upset over it.  People turning off their t.v’s in disgust.  Really? I fail to see what was SO wrong.

I’ve seen some of the most hateful comments come out because of this commercial.  Am I wrong to have thought that we live in a world that should clearly be more accepting of people’s differences? Posts on Facebook saying things like, “Our soldiers didn’t risk their lives for our freedom to have a song of our country sung in a different language”. Hmmm. The last time I checked, the United States doesn’t even have an official language!  And, instead of causing an uproar over it, shouldn’t we be proud to live in a place where people WANT to sing about how beautiful it is?

I’m sorry, but this is not America being beautiful.  This is America being hateful, cruel, judgmental and hypocritical. And, WE, as Americans are totally missing the point.  But Coca-Cola? They are spot on.  Kudos to them for recognizing the dream of many people.  And shame on the Americans who are in an uproar over this. (And yes, I am shaking my Mommy finger at you!)

I’m not sure about any of the rest of you, but this is not something that I am trying to teach my kids.  I don’t want them growing up in a society where differences are viewed as wrong, or bad.  Maybe we should stop putting so much focus on the outcome of a football game, and begin to focus on the outcome of our beloved America…who has the potential to be A LOT more beautiful, if people would just open up their minds.




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