As much as I want to be as present as possible, I know that motherhood is a balancing act. Sometimes I just need to decompress on the couch with my phone, connecting to other adults. Sometimes I seriously need to get the dishes into the dishwasher, and can't focus on the precise way my toddler is sliding his garbage truck across the kitchen floor.
My kids are growing up Dominican. In the future they might grow up Argentinian or Croatian or Chilean and with us as their anchor, I'd like to believe they're growing up New Jerseyan too. And I hope that one day their purple flowered, daisy infused minds will see that the world is one big place full of many different childhoods. None better than the one they lived.