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learning to be the light
I have this bad habit of threatening God. In my shaky defense, it’s not, like, all the time, it’s only in one (recurring) situation. Last October, Marco left me alone bravely ventured to New Jersey to help clean up after the devastation Tropical Storm Sandy so kindly gifted the Eastern seaboard. I stood in the driveway as he pulled away and waved cheerfully until the van rounded the bend. But the whole time I was thinking “So help me God, you better keep him safe. I’m serious. Don’t you dare even THINK about letting something happen to him. You got it?”
Probably not the best way to approach God, but I’m sure I get points for being real with him. He’s a real God and he appreciates stuff ilke “human real-ness”. That, or I’m in a huge amount of trouble for disrespect ;)
Tonight, Marco left again. Just for a few days, but there I was in the driveway threatening God again. “You better take care of him, you hear me? He’s my whole world. I swear to (you?) that you’ll regret it if anything happens.” I’m sure God chuckles and shakes his head the same way I do when Daniela crosses her arms and scowls. A parental chuckle that says “trust me, child. I got this.”
And really, what other choice do I have? Even though I’m forced to trust God to protect Marco from harm, I’d like to think I’d do it anyway. Because me and God are just tight like that. But trust is a tricky paramour. One day it’s the two of you happy as a clam, strolling through the park hand in hand; then, without an inkling of suspicion to prepare yourself, you’re alone with rain smacking your face, left wondering where the hell the floozy went. Trust is like that.
Freely trusting someone (notice I didn’t say blindly trusting) is a vulnerable place to be. But if there is a middle ground between trusting and threatening, I think I’ve found it. I think it’s called reality, and God’s grace covers occasionally trysts to each extreme. Because God’s good like that.
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Speaking of God, today wrapped up the Florida League of Christian Schools (FLOCS) Visual and Performing Arts (VPA) competitions held in Lakeland, Fl. This is Daniela’s third year participating and she really blew me away. She competed as part of a human video group and they were astounding! The vast majority of groups each year perform intense portrayals of the mysterious work on the cross set to gorgeous, moving music. It’s incredible, really. I love it. But watching performance after performance of tear jerking human videos can leave one a bit numb and prone to perusing instagram on the sly. Like being in all day revival services. Enter Daniela’s human video performance. It was fun; it was upbeat; it was colorful; and it was a wonderful break from the heavy!
Did you see Daniela’s facial expressions!? My god she cracks me up! As much as I dread (and complain with Marco about) all the time spent in rehearsals, it’s totally worth it to see my brave wallflower’s personality explode on stage. I just want to grab and squeeze the freaking life out of her! I have issues controlling extreme merriment. As shown in the photo below where I can’t even keep both feet on the ground. Ha!

And on to the rest of the photos. Feel free to stop reading at this point; they’re all basically the same. I just can’t help myself.











You looked at my photos! What a lovely person you are; unlike the rest of humanity who clicked away 12 pictures ago. Okay, I’m done :)
“Mommy, can we talk about college?” she whispered as our eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of her bedroom.
“Sure, what do you want to know?” Daniela nestled her little head on my chest and squeezed my hand a bit tighter. My body settled in her bed just as my heart beat a little faster.
“Is it [silent pause] hard to make friends?”
Almost 8 years of parenting have taught me that when kids ask questions like this, it’s generally not because they really want to know if it is indeed hard to make friends in college, but rather that they are facing a friendship dilemma – in the here and now – that needs some attention. I’m just that smart.
I played along with her hypothetical for awhile longer, curious as to where it was going to take us, and it turns out I was right; just not in the way I thought I was. She wasn’t so much worried about college as she was worried about middle school. Which she’ll start in six months. Holymotheroftime. And it wasn’t so much making new friends as it was worried about losing the friends she has now to upper level middle schoolers. Cuz middle schoolers are just that cool, apparently. And if we break it down a lil bit further folks, it wasn’t so much about middle school friendships as it was about insecurity in herself. Which breaks my mother freaking heart.
Before I continue, let me say that I’m not big on labeling kids. Smart. Athletic. Shy. Outgoing. They all narrow down a kid’s potential when childhood is the time to explore experiences that will eventually shape them into the people they become. That being said, I also believe that God gifts children with certain characteristics which makes it our responsibility as parents to see those gifts and fine-tune our parenting to fit them. Those two statements may seem contradictory, but I believe them both.
The most accurate way I’ve found to highlight Daniela’s unique giftings is with a program called Discover Your Gifts by Don & Katie Fortune. I’ve done the program myself and found it exceptionally accurate. I first did it with Daniela when she was 7 years old and I’ve been floored at how it changed my parenting.
The premise is that people are gifted in these 7 main areas: Perception, Service, Teaching, Exhortation, Giving, Administration, and Compassion. These gifts can overlap and intensify each other, which is the case with Daniela.
Daniela is very high compassion and almost equally high server and giver. One characteristic of a high compassion person is that of being shy as a child. So does server. When combined, you see that shyness intensify. For years she’s been labeled shy by teachers and random adults but Marco and I are diligent to watch our words to make sure she doesn’t ever feel labeled. The general opinion of people who work within these types of programs is that childhood shyness leads to insecurity as an adult. I work against that in every way possible, but every once in a while I sense insecurity creeping into her mind. I realize that learning how to handle one’s insecurity is a part of growing up, so I tend to focus on managing the feeling rather than downplaying it’s rationale, but it’s difficult to watch your child experience insecurity. Heart wrenching, really. If I could have anything for my daughter, it would probably be that she could see herself through God’s eyes. That she could see past her own viewpoint and see the perfect, beautiful, amazing girl God has made her.

Last week Daniela brought home a bad grade. Nothing major, but it crushed her. She crawled into my bed and sobbed about how she felt dumb. Dumb! My baby!? I cried too as I held her little body. Marco and I don’t put a lot of importance on grades, neither do her mom and stepdad thankfully, but Daniela does, and that leads to insecurity when she doesn’t understand a concept. We turned that conversation around by talking about her drive to learn and how she can use that to be a better person — not just a better student. After all, not every child is going to do well in a grade based education. Grades don’t make a child — at least they shouldn’t. Compassion, empathy, kindness, generosity — those are the traits that should be lauded. Those are the things that make the world a better place. Those are the things that combat insecurity.
Daniela’s gift of compassion makes her proud. She lights up when we talk about giftings and she’s quick to tell us when she uses compassion at school. That’s what I want for her. I want any insecurity she might feel to shrivel in the light of her gifts. I want her to manage insecurity internally by bringing to mind the ways God has created her to love. Love beats everything people! Even middle school.

Very rarely does Daniela have the opportunity to do physical labor. At the risk of sounding incredibly old, when I was a kid we spent hours outside building forts and wondering through woods, but suburbia doesn’t exactly lend itself to unchartered adventures through acres of pine and oaks. She doesn’t even ride her bike out of our cul-de-sac by herself.
Most of the time this doesn’t bother me. In fact, I love it. Growing up surrounded by corn fields and barns, I always wondered what it was like to have next door neighbors. To walk out the front door and wave good morning as the community piles into their cars for work and school and city adventures. The whole country mouse vs city mouse thing. Cam and Mitch explain it best. (Pardon the atrocious quality).
Country Mice from Christi Madrid on Vimeo.
I freaking love them! My little city mouse got a taste of the country mouse life this weekend. Did I seriously just write that!? sheesh. Anyway, Daniela has had it in her head that she wants to make a lemonade stand to raise money for some things she wants to buy. Great! The bummer part is, neither us nor her mom live in a very lemonade-stand-on-the-corner friendly neighborhood. Our cul-de-sac doesn’t get much traffic and her mom’s neighborhood has very few kids. But Dani was persistent, so I gave her a measuring tape, paper, and pencil and told her to draw up a blue print for her lemonade stand. After a few adjustments on my end (to avoid a lemonade stand that was 4′x3′x8″) we headed to Lowe’s and bought some lumber. We must have looked terribly out of place because lots of employee’s offered — repeatedly — to help us get back to the paint dept. I mean come on! I can build things!
But here’s the gem of the story.
After we made it home and started unloading the planks and whatnot, I saw just how rough those boards were. Which wasn’t really a big deal because each board had a smooth side too, but that was my chance and I took it. I sat Daniela and Marina down in the driveway with a board and piece of sandpaper and explained that a lemonade stand is hard work, but what you put into it you’ll get back tenfold. Cue the Mr. Miyagi music.

To be honest, I thought they would give up after 5 minutes, not that I would blame them. But their grit and determination surprised me. Those girls sanded and sanded, little splinters of wood dusting their clothes until their boards were baby butt smooth. And all in eighty degree Florida sunshine.

At one point Marco came out and started plugging in the electric sander, but the look I gave him made him pause long enough to see the bigger picture.
Physical labor is good for the body and soul. Daniela was over-the-moon proud of her new blister. It represented the tough job she finished. It was her trophy. Until the lemonade stand is completed anyway :)



She amazes me to no end. I mean seriously, look at that little wrist! So graceful, my girl <3
Christmas Recital :) from Christi Madrid on Vimeo.
I feel like I’m working on a thousand different projects right now. All of which are amazing (well, except for the spring cleaning which I suppose is now summer cleaning…) but there are some great ideas bouncing around my head! Most of which revolve around my soon to be ten (!!!) year old’s upcoming birthday party. Last year we did a Paris theme and we owned that party! This year, in keeping with the destination motif, Daniela has decided on a Moroccan themed party. My baby has good taste, let me tell you. I tried to rent a camel. true story. Sadly, the camel people weren’t ok with me bedazzling the animal for Moroccan authenticity. They also objected to pimping out the monkey. COME ON!!! whats a girl got to do to get some bling bling on a party animal!!?? We laid to rest the exotic animal show portion of the party in favor of a good old fashion photo booth. 10 year old girls never object to bedazzling ;)
High class photos will come after the party, courtesy of my all time favorite photographer, Jennifer Brancifort who owns myunionhouse photography and design with her equally gorgeous husband, Salvatore. Until then, my instagram prowess will suffice.
These are the fantastic scroll invitations. Daniela and I had SO much fun making them and then going door to door to deliver them on doorsteps. Daniela loves anything that will make a friend smile. Exceptionally proud of my little one.
Me + Lowe’s + 80′s Pandora + Liquid Nails = {soon to be} table! Just imagine all the little girls sitting on Moroccan inspired pillows around the pink and fuchsia table! eeeeeek!!!
Close up of the stunning fabric Daniela picked out for the table runners. Did I tell you she had great taste or what!? Love her style!

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