universal love language.

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Those that know me well, know that I have a bit of an “addictive” personality. So much so, that I am guarded about some of the things I choose to do with my time. For instance, Pinterest is allotted to very few time periods of my life. And reading is another one of those…

I used to read all of the time. Literally. I would get nothing else done. I couldn’t just save it for my so called “free” time. Because all of my time I would have considered “free” time if it weren’t for work. And then I had kids, and you all know how the story goes from there. As a kid I remember loving Judy Blume—Superfudge, Blubber, Are you there God it’s Me, Margaret. The Littles, Sweet Valley High, see? I could go on and on. The key though was, I had to choose it. If it were for class? I couldn’t get through it. Romeo and Juliet? No way.

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I purchased two new books I knew I wanted to read for our trip. The first, Sparkly Green Earrings by Melanie Shankle, aka “Big Mama” in the blogging world. It’s all about her life as a mom. And it’s so, so good. So many things I resonated with, and/or have thought about my own kids and this gift we call being a mother. It was a fun enjoyable read and I breezed right through it.

And then I had a pedicure with a precious Mexican native worker at the resort. She did not speak English and I do not speak Spanish except for the occasional “no puje” (don’t push!) or “palor” (are you in pain?) that I use as a labor and delivery nurse. But as I sat while she made my toes beautiful I could tell she wanted to talk—but we just couldn’t. Until she said something about “bambinos”—which I knew was babies (again, the labor and delivery thing—I guess I know something else!!).

The connection we felt because of the word bambinos was clearly present. She began teaching me the numbers in Spanish (which I also knew from Dora) until she and I both figured out how many ombres (boys) and ninas (girls) each of us had.

By the time I was was done and listened to her speak to me about her bambinos and smile and laugh at the different things she said that I clearly had NO CluE what she was saying, we had bonded. The universal language was motherhood.

And with that as I told her “gracias” for her time, she hugged me and clung to me, then squeezed my hands. It was nothing I had ever experienced before. And it was beautiful. All because she was a mom and I was a mom. And I will never forget a language that was understood by both of us, yet hardly understandable between us.

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