no more feelgoodery, bring in the clowns

i've been a mother for so long, that i find it hard to solve problems any other way. let me explain. if someone has an issue and or problem, i mother them, i take care of her/him/them and i call it a day. i've even been known to wipe people's faces off with spit and a t-shirt, even if they complain of a headache.


i love to cook for others, cuddle with family and close friends, and am always the one that gets called in for emergencies, especially those involving shit. "you're a mom, you know what to do." because being a mommy magically makes me able to deal with a variety of issues concerning feces, right?

its strange how my relationship with motherhood, other mothers, and yes that mother of all mothers, the duchess herself, has shaped my personality over the years. my life as been full of very unconventional relationships with unconventional women, most importantly my grandmother who i lived with for two years. she was an incredible woman with as many faults as she had virtues, yet she was respected and adored by many. in guayaquil she marked a generation and left her pawprint on what american society means to people in ecuador.

it was her that probably inspired me to "adopt" my sisters one by one. i know she would have. after my parents divorce the only way i thought to repair the situation was to be a mother. they needed me and wanted them to need me. i wanted to build a new and improved family with my girls. i was obviously delusional. we fight, we love, we disrespect, but above all we share our lives. without each other we would be nothing, but together we are a family.