The Sol Within Welcomes 2010!

Well it's here: 2010!  I absolutely love the Holiday season, especially the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas!  In my area there are two radio stations that play non-stop Christmas music from the week of Thanksgiving until midnight on December 26th!  My family and I just really adore this time!  All of our birthdays are packed into this season from Halloween until right before Christmas.  Our season is usually pretty busy and this year was no exception.  However, this year, I was finally taking the steps into pursuing my career as a writer.  I made so many new and wonderful "cyber friends" last year that I feel so blessed to have met.

I wanted to blog so many times before the Holidays and throughout the usual two week break, but we were on the go so much that when I was home I wanted (needed) to be with my family.  So we did just that!  We hung out together and played game after game...we even included my Dad!  My Dad has NEVER enjoyed playing games, but for his grandchildren...he'll do anything!  We had the best time together and we all needed to rest, re-focus, and realize the blessings we have.

Therefore, when it was time to return to school and work and back to the hustle and bustle of daily life...it was HARD!  We are still trying to adjust to the schedules.  I am usually not a fanatic about the new year the way many people on television seem to be, but hey, I realize I am a work in progress.  I know I am not alone in feeling this way.  Although, this year I am pretty darn excited to step into this new decade and venture out into the great possibilities that await me!

I have recently attained a paying gig/ freelance job and I am enjoying it.  I have so many projects coming up that my head is spinning with each new adventure and I am overjoyed!  I am learning to let go of the things and people that hold me back mentally and emotionally.  It is hard, I think especially for a Catholic Latina because of the tremendous amount of guilt we can torture ourselves with!  I am learning to listen to my own voice and learning to follow my own path that I feel best suits my family, my goals, and me.  None of this is easy and I know I will hit a bump in the road every now and then, but it is worth the experiences to travel this journey.

I must take a moment to give a tremendous "Thank you!" to Anjanette Delgado for allowing me to interview her with the release of her first novel.  It was my first blog interview and it re-opened a passion that I tucked away long ago!
A great amount of gratitude goes out to Lucha Corpi for being a wonderful and gracious woman!  She is a brilliant writer and poet and I learned an incredible amount from her through our correspondence and interview.  I will never forget her and the time she took for me!
Another wonderful interview last year was to feature one of my new favorite Latina artists...Caroyln Flores!  We had a great time doing that interview and her sweet demeanor really came through for all to see.  She is incredibly talented and is just beginning to make her mark in the world!
I have enjoyed the Q&A portions of the interviews and I look forward to the interviews coming up very soon...

Thank you to all the readers and visitors of The Sol Within...I do this to hopefully encourage and inspire each and every one of you!  I needed to show my heartfelt appreciation once more before I begin diving into this new year!  I leave you all with this quote I received this week from Jo Ann Hernandez (who got it from Literanista)...

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness.

I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.

And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. 
~Neil Gaiman 

Happy New Year, dear readers!  I really do wish you all a great year filled with health, wealth, and the love of true friends and close family!

Wishing you dreams to fulfill and the inspiration needed to do so!
~the sol within~
      Anna
The music that inspired this post...
~The Best is Yet to Come by Tony Bennett
~Cumbia del Sol by Control
~Hold On Tight (to Your Dreams) by Electric Light Orchestra
~These are Days by 10,000 Maniacs
~Spread My Wings by Troop
~It's a Small World (After All) by Disneyland Chorus

To U.S. Troops: We Thank You and are thinking of you this Holiday season!

We all know that the Holiday season is rapidly approaching.  I grew up feeling that this is the most wonderful time of the year!  Now, I make sure that my children feel the same.  We have been attending many wonderful Holiday parades, tree-lightings, and other family-fun events.  Last weekend, one of the parades honored the many men and women our beautiful country has sent far away to fight the wars on our behalf.  I fought hard to hold back the tears from running down my cheeks.  I think of the soldiers so far from home, living in a completely foreign place.  Meditate on that word for a moment, "foreign".  If there is something foreign in our bodies, it usually makes us ill and we seek medical help to assist us in ridding ourselves of this pain.  Our own American brothers and sisters cannot rid themselves of this foreign trouble until they finish their duty!  They feel obligated to successfully complete this duty to their country all while missing out on the Holidays, birthdays, and the many other family moments that happen throughout the year.

I come from a long line of military men and women.  During the week of Thanksgiving, my family attended the funeral of one of my great-uncles.  He served in World War II.  He fought in the Battle of the Bulge and shared stories like none I've ever heard before!  Just like my Abuelo, whom I've blogged about before, my great-uncle was also buried with a 21-gun salute. 

I was asked some time ago by editor and author, Jo Ann Hernandez, to write about my personal story for a blog that is dedicated to the blogger's daughter, a young woman on the front lines!

Here is my article:
                                       Military Mom
                                     by:  Anna Rodriguez
Each time it happens I wonder how she can do it, but I know she has to do it. I don’t think I could, but I do recall feeling that I wanted to do it for my family and for my country. It was on the afternoon of September 11th, the day had brought so much confusion, astonishment, worry, fear, and by the afternoon…anger! I remember commuting my child home from school that day, a thirty minute drive at the time, and feeling the American pride as motorcyclists, waving the American flag, blew past my American-made truck where I had the American flag flying proudly from my antennae for all to see as we drove down the highway. I recall hearing the fright in the voices of all the local radio disc jockeys. They had been up to their usual antics the day before, but now our country was in this numb and wide-eyed confused state of sheer shock!


For many days after the terror I contemplated the idea of joining the air force. I was angry! I was angry that this country I loved so much was no longer the same place it had been. I was angry that my Grandfather, uncles, cousins, and countless other family members and friends already fought for this beautiful country and now we are no longer feeling safe in our own homeland! I was angry that I had a beautiful child that was now a part of a country that could have catastrophic and horrendous attacks occur in our own backyard.


My father had served in the air force when he was first married and I was even born on an air force base. I have all the photos of my baby-hood posing with my dad dressed in his fatigues or dress blues. American pride was something that I was raised on. I was taught at an early age to take my voting privilege very seriously. I do and it is something that I have instilled in my children. Therefore, all of my emotions from September 11th turned into anger that made me want to fight for the love and pride of this country…my home and my family’s home!


I looked into my options and learned that many young Americans had felt the same way I did. After the uneasiness of what was to come and the amount of questions that my child had for me on a daily basis, I decided that I needed to continue to be a good and loyal citizen, but I couldn’t leave my little child. I just couldn’t have done that. I was glued to the television and watched and cried for all of the young Americans who departed from the clutches of their parents’ arms. Many of the fathers knowing all too well, from their service during the Vietnam War, the violence that awaited their children. I saw all the husbands hugging their wives so tightly each of them nearly suffocated; the daddy’s that kissed their little girls gently and gave their sons the nod as if to say, “You’re the man of the house now, son. Take care of your mom and siblings.” Then, I saw all the news footage of the women who left: married women, mothers, and single mothers. They were all leaving this country, the comforts of their homes, and…they were all leaving broken and worried hearts behind. I knew in my heart that I wanted- maybe even needed- to do something to show my appreciation for what these brave heroes are doing for all who reside in the United States. I just didn’t know what I could do.


Years passed and we are still fighting a war, and some might even say we are fighting several wars in many places. It doesn’t really matter to those who have someone “over there”. The fact is they are not here- at home- and they aren’t even in their own homeland. I have had cousins and acquaintances “fight in the war” and we’ve even prayed for them weekly at church. I’ve seen our local soldiers depart and return and I’ve seen the local news reporters outside the homes of those who did not make it back. Still, I didn’t know what my part would be.


My daughter’s junior high years were suddenly upon us and with it a new friend was made when she transferred to my daughter’s school. Laurie was in a grade younger than my daughter, but they played on the same school basketball team and soon became fast friends! Laurie’s mom would pick her up after practices, dressed in her army fatigues. We soon talked and I learned that Sgt. Jackie, a single mother, had five children: two high school boys, Laurie, and a seven year old son, and a two year old son. Our girls were similar in age and our babies were the same age. We live near a base therefore, we’ve met many military parents over the years, but we were not as close to any as we became to Sgt. Jackie’s family.


Shortly after the basketball season began we noticed that Sgt. Jackie had not been to games in quite some time. When I asked my daughter about it she informed us that Sgt. Jackie had been deployed to Afghanistan. She is gone for months at a time and the kids are left with friends, the youngest boy stays with his babysitter’s family. The eldest son must carpool the younger kids to school and pick them up from day cares when he is done with his high school basketball practice at the end of the day.


This is where I found the service that my family could do. We, along with another school family, have become Laurie’s second family whenever her mother is deployed. We have a place for her to sleep, stock up on her favorite foods, and my husband even stayed up well past 1:00 a.m. one Sunday night, as we’d do for our own children, to help Laurie finish a school project. We have a bag of Laurie’s clothes in our home and it is not unusual to do a load of laundry and find a sock, t-shirt, or pajamas of Laurie’s in the mix. Sgt. Jackie’s younger children became our own children and we love them as such.


Sgt. Jackie has been deployed many times over the years and can be gone for weeks to months at a time, but with no family in-state, she must rely on help from trusted friends.


Sgt. Jackie’s children are pretty tough and resilient. They are happy and make friends easily. I love the energy that Laurie brings to our home. She jokes and teases with me as I do with her and my other children. She is fully aware that this is her second home and when she is here we can often find her rummaging through the refrigerator at midnight for a snack. I bring her lunch as I do for my own and I deal with school issues on her behalf as her own mother would do if she were here…and not “over there”!


I can’t even begin to fathom the strength that Sgt. Jackie has to have in order to leave her children each time and to allow herself to fully focus on the challenges she faces. I don’t know how her children are able to cope, but they do, and they do it well. I know they miss her immensely, but they know that their mommy is a true American hero! And for that we are all very grateful and blessed!
                                Copyright 2009

If you are a knitter or you can crochet, please consider sending some items to the troops this Holiday season to keep them warm! Visit A Mom of a Daughter Soldier blog for more information!

May there be peace...finally!  May God bless the troops and bring them home safely!

Wishing you dreams to fulfill and the inspiration needed to do so!
~the sol within~
      Anna

Give it a listen.  The songs that inspired this post are:
~Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy by Bing Crosby and David Bowie
~Do they know it's Christmas? by Band Aid
~Home for the Holidays by Perry Como
~I'm a Long Way from Home by Shooter Jennings
~America the Beautiful by Ray Charles
~Waiting on the World to Change by John Mayer
~Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival