The K. stands for Kathryn and I have a blogging alter ego called Díga(Mama), although my son just calls me mom.
I've worked for O, The Oprah Magazine, Ladies' Home Journal, and The Village Voice. I've also written for iVillage, The New York Observer, BUST, NewYorkMag.com, the Huffington Post and a host of other publications in the US and abroad.
Nowadays I'm a mother, writer, entrepreneur, and teacher — a new calling that I picked up when my family and I left NYC in 2009 and moved to Seville, Spain.
Sadly, there is no smoking ban of any sort where I live. It’s a foreign place, European, but even the French are on board. Aquí, not so much. The same is true of the 11 U.S. states without a statewide ban, including Alabama, Alaska, Indiana, Kentucky, Mississippi, Missouri, Oklahoma, South Carolina, Texas, West Virginia, and Wyoming. Wowza! So while I wait for my local government to get serious about public health and for the locals to smarten up about the hazards of exhaling toxic fumes into our communal breathing space, I’d like to offer a suggestion ... how about extending that ban to parents?
Per a new study in the journal Pediatrics, the number of babies and toddlers being rushed to the emergency room due to cough and cold medicines plummeted by more than 50 percent. This, after manufacturers stopped selling products labeled for children under the age of 2. What great news! The number of kids ages 2 to 11, however, who went to the ER after taking cough and cold medications is apparently status quo.
We’re still in diapers and, admittedly, I haven’t put much time, thought, or effort into potty training my 22-month-old. So maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about here, but seriously ... isn’t it just a bit uncouth to lean your recently potty-trained toddler over curbs, shrubbery, and boutique shoe stores to pee? Yes, public peeing.
They’re toddlers, not street vagrants or dogs. What’s with this public urination trend that’s taking over my city? I’ve even seen some parents cradling their kids’ butts in such a way that they can poop in public!
My sister took a grande family vacation this summer in the South of France (tough life, huh?) and popped into a particularly inviting crumbing church that looked like it was constructed some time in the Middle Ages. When in Europe, such pit stops are necessary.
Neither she nor her husband are religiously inclined in the slightest, so imagine her surprise when her 3-year-old son looked at her with wonder in his eyes and whispered, “El Señor.” That’s the Spanish word for Jesus.
Are you the mother of a really good-looking kid? So am I. We’re mothers. Even their poop smells divine to us.
Since you know where I’m coming from, allow me to spew a little hot mommy air. My son is really, really good-looking. I try to be objective about it, but sometimes I can’t help myself. Sometimes, people literally stop in the street to gush over his looks or even cross great distances to get a closer gawk. I kid you not, we were chased down a few months ago by a young woman who saw my son a few minutes prior, grabbed her boyfriend, and came back yelping, “you’ve got to see this baby! Look at that baby! OMG!”
All of this makes me very uncomfortable because a.) he’s also a very good dancer and has a lovely personality. And b.) there’s nothing worse than a pretty boy all grown up.