Mom in Manolos | What’s In a Blog’s Name?

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Naming a blog is not something you take lightly. What will it say about me? What do I want to project? Will my future audience identify with it? And most importantly — is the URL available?

Having majored in marketing, I wanted something quippy that included alliteration. Having become a mother, I wanted something with sass, something with a little style, something different from the mom-in-yoga-pants-with-wine-in-hand trend (although that’s what I am on most Saturday nights). Something that felt like me.

Mom in Manolos was born.

It was the perfect moniker to join the D.C. blog scene and it spanned two groups of women — those who didn’t have kids and those who did. But I quickly learned what people expected from me after a fellow blogger asked to see my shoes at an event “because you’re Mom in Manolos, right?!” This was not what I intended. I enjoy fashion to an extent, but I have never been nor have wanted to be the classic fashion blogger. Don’t get me wrong, I adore heels and a well put-together outfit. But there’s a deeper meaning behind why I chose my blog’s name.

A deep meaning behind a pair of pumps?? Yes, bear with me. 

Mom in Manolos (noun)
1. your job, your role, or what you give most of your heart to
2. your own personal style; your passion; what makes you “you” 

When I became a mother, I quickly understood how important it was to hold onto a piece of yourself. If you give 110% of yourself to your children, there won’t be anything left to give. “You can’t pour from an empty cup…” is probably the most true statement I’ve ever heard. 

Ironically, I credit my son with forcing me to this realization and leading me to the epiphany that I need creativity in my daily life. He has proved to be my best teacher. 

Starting a blog fulfilled a creative part of my soul that I could not find in my 9 – 5. It also gave me a sense of control that every mother desperately needs during the very out-of-control baby stage. I lit up when I thought about blog posts to write and lit up even more when I connected with other bloggers. This blog also led me to what will now be a lifelong passion — photography. 

They say you find yourself during your 20s. But I think you find yourself when you are brave enough to live your passion. 

I’m not wearing heels as often these days here in Switzerland but I’m still tucking away a little space for myself, thanks to a very supportive husband. I find I have more to give to my family when I visit that space. The guilt about having a passion in addition to my roles as mother and wife has finally started to subside. Now I understand why they tell you to put the oxygen mask on first. 

Remember you’re still a person, a Mom in Manolos (or Nikes, flats, Louboutins, flip flops…), no matter what roles you take on in life. 

Mom in Manolos, Washington D.C.

Dear Son | A Love Letter to Mason

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Dear Mason,

It’s 8:24 p.m. on a Tuesday night. Dada and I are catching up on Netflix with both of our laptops open. You are fast asleep upstairs and as per usual, I peer into your crib via the trusty baby monitor every half hour or so. That’s a habit I haven’t been able to shake.

I picked you up from daycare around 5 p.m. tonight and we headed to the grocery store. We saw a sign with a zebra on it and after gently correcting you that it was in fact a “zee-brah” and not a horse, you said “hug it?” And for the 20th time today, my heart melted.

You are blossoming in your second year of life. You’re blossoming into “you” and with each day that passes, I realize what a privilege it is to witness a little human come into their own. Yes, even during a perfectly timed blowout before the morning rush, tantrums that end up with one or both of us on the floor crying, and the 4 a.m. wake up calls (thanks, developmental leaps).

Beginning on the morning Dada and I spent jumping up and down in the kitchen when we found out about you, I started thinking about all my hopes and dreams for you. But during these past almost two years, I’ve whittled those hopes and dreams down to just one.

Pursue what lights up your soul.

One day, you will stumble upon something that flips a switch inside of you. It may not seem logical, it may seem random. This is how you will know you’ve found it.

If you’re anything like me, and I can only hope I’ve passed on the better parts (I think you already have my stubbornness, sorry), you might spend years searching for it. But let me assure you, “it” has always been there — popping up randomly, waiting for the perfect time when you are truly ready to pursue it with reckless abandon. Pursue it as soon as you recognize it.

The secret to life is truth — being who you truly are. Be illuminated and you’ll inspire illumination.

As your mother, I can only try my best to steer you in the right direction, make sure you have manners and teach you that you can’t eat the dog’s food. At some point, I will have to let go (a little) so that you can realize who you are.

There is nothing that will make my heart prouder than seeing you light up — and I will forever be your cheerleader, not just quietly on the sidelines but on the field. Louder and prouder than anyone else. Always.

I love you more,

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