In 2016, I totally forgot to plan a family shoot in the midst of all the traveling and holiday fun. My son got the traditional Sears pictures taken in a Santa suit, but sadly we dropped the ball on family pics.
The temperature was getting close to freezing as the sun went down and my boys froze their butts off just to make mom happy. I’m a lucky gal.
I was about two-and-a-half to three years old. We just arrived to the States from Haiti. It was our first hot summer in NYC and we lived in a basement apartment with my grandfather and great grandmother, who wasn’t the nicest woman, especially to my mom. My mom was in her early twenties, scared I’m guessing, no job, and no idea how things would turn out for us. My dad was always working so we barely saw him.
What felt like every morning, my mom would sit out back (in this concrete garden where flowers never grew) and cry. I used to pull her face into mine, dry her tears, and kiss her all the time just to stop her from crying.
Years later, things are way better, but I guess I’ve never really forgotten those moments in the garden or the tears rolling down my mom’s face. Now that I’m a mom, I constantly worry about what my son’s first memories will be of me. So, I make it a point to smile a lot and protect the space my family is in so hopefully he has better early memories than I did.
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Right around the time I turned 30 I realized I really hated “working out,” which made it really hard for me to stick to any exercise program or regimen long term.
The feeling of walking into a large gym aggravated me. That type of gym where men gawk at you for every squat rep, the showers are dirty, and being the only woman in the free weights section gives you an uncomfortable feeling. It always turns me off. I enjoy boutique gyms but they’re way too expensive. Yoga is great, but after a stressful day or week, I just can’t seem to turn my mind off enough to be relaxed and benefit from the classes.
So now, I have boxing.
I always enjoyed watching the sport and am fascinated by the people who dominate it. So one day I decided to give it a try. I fell in love with it right away.
It’s my stress reliever after a long week and my go to place for alone time (even though I’m not alone). According to my trainer I got that natural snap and a mean hook. I’m a work in progress.