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Lately, the challenges in our house are around choices. Specifically my 3-year-old making decisions for herself on what to wear, what to eat, when to do what she’s asked to do—you get the gist.

My spirited, independent, lively toddler is learning how to assert herself. She’s starting to figure out limits and boundaries and how far she can push me and her father. She is learning about who she is and the world around her.

This is the beginning of her figuring out what she likes and doesn’t like, what she wants and doesn’t want.

It is exactly what I want to be happening—right?



But I’ll let you in on a little secret: I like to make choices, too. Because I’m used to being in control and because honestly, sometimes it’s just easier.

However, as Grandmother Willow in Pocahontas says, “Sometimes the right path is not the easiest one.” (And yes—I did just quote a fictional tree character from a Disney movie. #MomLife)

‘Easy’ doesn’t always mean ‘better for our children.’

So it seems that ‘choices’ are challenging for all of us around here these days.

The other day when I asked my daughter to put on the clothes I picked for her and she came out of her room wearing a bathing suit and a tutu, I had to stop and think, Is this a battle I want to fight right now?

I decided it was, because it was a chilly day out. Sure, I want her to make choices for herself, but I also want to teach her how to make safe, sound choices. So I explained that it was a cool day and she would probably be more comfortable in a shirt with sleeves and pants of some sort. So I asked her to try again.

And she (very proudly) came out in her sister’s Halloween costume from last year—a Boots the monkey costume. “Mom! This has sleeves! This is a good choice, right?”

I stopped myself again. I really wanted to say, “You are wearing a Halloween costume that is way too tight and we need to go out in public. But I didn’t. I said, You know? You’re right! It does have sleeves. Are you comfortable? Yes? Okay, let’s get going then.” So, off we went.

I am not going to lie. It was hard. I didn’t want her to go out in the monkey costume. I wanted her to put on regular clothes.

But, as her mother, I have to start deciding what I care about or don’t care as much about. Because I am teaching her about life based on what I pay attention to.

What lessons are worth hammering home and which are okay to let slide?

Because—WHY should I care if my daughter put together a pretty wacky outfit (by society’s standards) if she chose it for herself, was proud of herself and didn’t want to be told to take it off? I mean, that’s annoying, and I honestly don’t want to rain on her personal independence day parade.

WHY would I care if she wants to wear her hair up in a ponytail, down in her face, in a braid, with a headband or definitely NOT with a headband, etc.? If she’s happy and comfortable with her hair—I should be too.

WHY do I care about rushing out the door to the library if she doesn’t want to go and she would rather stay home and paint? We can just go to the library another day when she’s in the mood for it.

WHY do I want to demand that she explain to me what’s wrong or why she is upset, when I should be respecting her space and allowing her to feel her emotions? She will come to me when she’s ready and I need to trust that.

WHY do I care that the puzzle pieces are all not fitting properly because some are misplaced? If it is not bothering her and she’s having a grand ol’ time―I better keep my trap shut.

WHY would I care if her socks don’t match? Like, seriously, I have gotten myself sort of worked up about this which is completely ridiculous. Socks should be a non-issue.

The thing is—my daughter is not my project.

The thing is―my daughter is not my prize to show off.

The thing is—my daughter is not my property.

The thing is—my daughter is not me. She is her own person.

What I’m learning, as a still relatively new mother, is that I shouldn’t be caring about superficial stuff. I should be working on letting the things go that don’t really matter.

Because, my daughter is growing right before my eyes, and I don’t want to be teaching her that matching clothes is what life is about.

What I DO want to be teaching her are lessons like—

Doing the right thing is hard, but it always feels better than doing what you know is wrong.

Always speak up for those who can’t.

If someone is playing by themselves at school, ask if they’d like to join you.

Kindness matters. Treat everyone around you with respect.

Open your heart and let others in—don’t be afraid.

Work hard. Believe in what you can do. Practice the things you want to be better at.

Don’t change who you are because what the world tells you is “normal” or “beautiful”—be true to you you are. Be unapologetic about it.

You are a beautiful person—inside, outside, in your heart and soul—you have what it takes to make this world a better place.

And there is only one you. No one else can be a better version of you because you are one-of-a-kind, as we all are. Don’t shy away from what makes you unique. Embrace it. Get comfortable with it.

And don’t let anyone rain on your independence parade, baby. Not even me.

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As a former beauty editor, I pride myself in housing the best skincare products in my bathroom. Walk in and you're sure to be greeted with purifying masks, micellar water, retinol ceramide capsules and Vitamin C serums. What can I say? Old habits die hard. But when I had my son, I was hesitant to use products on him. I wanted to keep his baby-soft skin for as long as possible, without tainting it with harsh chemicals.

Eventually, I acquiesced and began using leading brands on his sensitive skin. I immediately regretted it. His skin became dry and itchy and regardless of what I used on him, it never seemed to get better. I found myself asking, "Why don't beauty brands care about baby skin as much as they care about adult skin?"

When I had my daughter in May, I knew I had to take a different approach for her skin. Instead of using popular brands that are loaded with petroleum and parabens, I opted for cleaner products. These days I'm all about skincare that contains super-fruits (like pomegranate sterols, which are brimming with antioxidants) and sulfate-free cleansers that contain glycolipids that won't over-dry her skin. And, so far, Pipette gets it right.

What's in it

At first glance, the collection of shampoo, wipes, balm, oil and lotion looks like your typical baby line—I swear cute colors and a clean look gets me everytime—but there's one major difference: All products are environmentally friendly and cruelty-free, with ingredients derived from plants or nontoxic synthetic sources. Also, at the core of Pipette's formula is squalane, which is basically a powerhouse moisturizing ingredient that babies make in utero that helps protect their skin for the first few hours after birth. And, thanks to research, we know that squalane isn't an irritant, and is best for those with sensitive skin. Finally, a brand really considered my baby's dry skin.

Off the bat, I was most interested in the baby balm because let's be honest, can you ever have too much protection down there? After applying, I noticed it quickly absorbed into her delicate skin. No rash. No irritation. No annoyed baby. Mama was happy. It's also worth noting there wasn't any white residue left on her bottom that usually requires several wipes to remove.

Why it's different

I love that Pipette doesn't smell like an artificial baby—you, know that powdery, musky note that never actually smells like a newborn. It's fragrance free, which means I can continue to smell my daughter's natural scent that's seriously out of this world. I also enjoy that the products are lightweight, making her skin (and my fingers) feel super smooth and soft even hours after application.

The bottom line

Caring for a baby's sensitive skin isn't easy. There's so much to think about, but Pipette makes it easier for mamas who don't want to compromise on safety or sustainability. I'm obsessed, and I plan to start using the entire collection on my toddler as well. What can I say, old habits indeed die hard.

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Military families give up so much for their country, particularly when they have small children at home. Those of us who have never witnessed this kind of sacrifice first-hand could use a reminder of it once in a while, which is just one of the reasons we're so happy to see the beautiful photoshoot Mary Chevalier arranged for her husband's return home from Afghanistan.

The photoshoot was extra special because while James Chevalier was serving a nine-month deployment, Mary gave birth to their second son, Caspian.

Getting ready to meet Dad

"During the laboring and birthing process of Caspian, I was surrounded by family, but that did not fill the void of not having my husband by my side," Mary told InsideEdition.com. "He was able to video chat during the labor and birth, but for both of us, it was not enough."

While James had yet to meet Caspian, their 3-year-old son, Gage, missed his dad a whole lot, so this homecoming was going to be a big deal for him too. That's why Mary arranged for her wedding photographer, Brittany Watson, to be with them for their reunion in Atlanta.

Gage was so happy to see his Dad 

"[He] had no idea he was going to be getting to see his daddy that day," Watson wrote on Facebook. "The family met at the Southeastern Railway Museum for Gage to go on a special train ride... little did he know, he'd be doing it with daddy!"

Watson did a beautiful job capturing the high emotions of every single family member, from Gage's surprise, to the delight on baby Caspian's face. It's no wonder her Facebook post went viral last week.

"Caspian is natural, a very happy baby, but both James and I felt like Caspian knew who his father was almost immediately," Mary told Inside Edition. "He was easily comforted by me husband right off the bat and seemed to have an instant connection. It was very emotional."

The moment this dad had been waiting for 

If we're sobbing just looking at the photos, we can't even imagine what it was like in real life.

"We are all so blessed and take so much for granted," Watson wrote. "I cannot contain the joy I feel in my heart when I look at these images, and I hope you feel it too!"

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During both of my pregnancies, I was under the care of an amazing midwife. Every time I went to her office for check-ups, I was mesmerized by the wall of photos participating in what may be the most painfully magical moment of a woman's life: giving birth. But there was a painting that always drew my attention: a woman dressed in orange, holding her newborn baby with a face that could be described as clueless. The line above the canvas read, "Now what?"

I felt like the woman in the painting as I kissed my mother goodbye when my daughter was born. She came from my native Colombia to stay with us for three months. When she left, I realized that my husband had been working as usual during those first 90 days of our new life. My baby was born on a Friday and on Monday he was back at the office. (No parental leave policy for him.)


Now what? I thought. The quote "It takes a village to raise a child" suddenly started to hit home, literally.

After a few years in Miami, I had some friends, but it truly didn't feel like I had a village. Some were not mothers yet, most of them worked full-time and others didn't live close by. My nomad life left my best friends spread out in different places in the world. I found myself signing up for "mommy and me" classes in search of new mothers, immigrants like me, alone like me.

It seemed like a utopian dream to think about when my grandmothers became mothers. Both of them had 6 and 10 children and they were able to stay sane (or maybe not? I don't know). But at least they had family around—people cooking, offering help. There was a sense of community.

My mother and father grew up in "the village." Big families with so many children that the older siblings ended up taking care of the little ones; aunts were like second mothers and neighbors became family.

When I was about to give birth to my second baby, my sister had just had her baby girl back in Colombia. Once, she called me crying because her maternity leave was almost over. My parents live close to her, so that was a bonus. Hiring a nanny back there is more affordable. But even seeing the positive aspects of it, I wished I could have been there for her, to be each other's village.

The younger me didn't realize that when I took a plane to leave my country in search of new experiences 19 years ago, I was giving up the chance to have my loved ones close by when I became a mother. And when I say close by, I mean as in no planes involved.

It hasn't been easy, but after two kids and plenty of mommy and me classes and random conversations that became true connections, I can say I have a mini-village, a small collection of solitudes coming together to lean on each other. But for some reason, it doesn't truly feel like one of those described in the old books where women gathered to knit while breastfeeding and all the children become like siblings.

Life gets in the way, and everyone gets sucked into their own worlds. In the absence of a true village, we feel the pressure to be and do everything that once was done by a group of people. We often lose perspective of priorities because we are taking care of everything at the same time. Starting to feel sick causes anxiety and even fear because it means so many things need to happen in order for mom—especially if single—to lay down and recover while the children are taken care of. And when the children get sick, that could mean losing money for a working mother or father, because the truth is that most corporations are not designed to nurture families.

In the absence of that model of a village I long for, we tend to rely on social media to have a sense of community and feel supported. We may feel that since we are capable of doing so much—working and stay at home moms equally—perhaps we don't need help. Or quite the opposite: mom guilt kicks in and feelings of not being enough torment our night sleep. Depression and anxiety can enter the picture and just thinking about the amount of energy and time that takes to create true connections, we may often curl up in our little cocoon with our children and partners—if they are present—when they come home.

Now what? was my thought this week while driving back and forth to the pediatrician with my sick son. I can't get the virus, I have to be strong, my daughter can't get ill, my husband needs to be healthy for his work trip next week, we all need to be well for my son's fifth birthday. And so, it goes on. I texted one of my mom friends just to rant. She rants back because her son is also sick. She sent me a heart and an "I'm here if you need to talk."

I am grateful to have talked to her at that random postpartum circle when I first became a mother. She's a Latina immigrant like me and feels exactly like me. I will do it more, get out of my comfort zone and have—sometimes—awkward conversations so I can keep growing my own little village.

It may not look like the one I'd imagined, but still may allow me to be vulnerable even through a text message.

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Halloween is around the corner, but if you are like me you are still trying to figure out what to dress your family (especially the little ones), so here are some cute ideas inspired by famous characters. There's something for everyone—from cartoon lovers to ideas for the entire family!

Here are some adorable character costumes for your family:

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