"I want a woman that can dance.
I need a woman that wouldn’t be afraid to learn if she didn’t.
I want a woman that can sing.
I need a woman who doesn’t mind being off key, as long we sing together.
I want a woman who thinks I’m funny.
I need a woman who’s got some jokes of her own.
I want a woman that can make me happy.
But most importantly, I need a woman whom I can share it all with."
- Álvaro Jesús Ibarra
I remember, one of the biggest questions I had as a kid was whether or not I believed in monsters
And every time I asked, I always told myself that the answer was no.
I told myself that there was nothing living under my bed
That there were no gleaming red eyes peering out from my closet
That there was nothing waiting for me as soon as I turned the lights off
And life, life was good.
I had absolutely nothing to worry about.
As far as I was concerned, I was superman
No one could touch me.
But as you get older, you get a clearer view of the world around you and you realize that,
That sometimes, life can get a little rough.
And maybe, those weren’t the kind of monsters I should have been looking out for.
Because there are monsters out there that would make Frankenstein cringe
There are monsters out there that sneak the meat from bones
That’ll pull your hair out,
That’ll sap your strength from you
Monsters that are cunning enough to do all this…
Even when you’re wide awake.
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from all the horror stories I read growing up,
Is that monsters can be beaten.
Not all the time
But they can.
For every monster out there, there is someone out there who is just as strong.
The problem is,
Fate was never all that good of a matchmaker
Sometimes our monsters are too strong
Sometimes, it works in our favor and monsters are vanquished
And sometimes the monsters make a return
We never really know
So the important thing I’ve learned is that you just have to take it one day at a time
Enjoying every single moment of peace,
And taking pride in everything you’ve accomplished
But the beauty of those that fight, is that they never stop fighting
I’ve never met anyone that backed down from the challenge
Regardless of the outcome, there was always a fight
So I guess, our monsters are the ones who should really be scared.
Because they have always made the mistake of haunting those who know what it means to never give up.
So for those who have refused to give up
For those who have fought and are still fighting
We need to let these monsters know that they do not scare us
For though we sometimes take blows
We never stop fighting.
So run headstrong
For as long as you possibly can.
Whether it’s for five more minutes,
Or five more lifetimes
Because yeah, maybe they’re our monsters
But I know one thing for sure…
We’re the ones to be afraid of.
· I’m not a Momma’s Boy, but I’m my Momma’s boy.
· Because so much of myself is a direct result of what I saw in my Mother.
· Because all those years of early morning pancakes, teaspoons of cough syrup, and birthday bowls of pozole did more than just make sure that I was never sick or hungry.
· They made sure I was happy.
· They made sure that no matter what happened I knew that I would always have at least… 2 people that I could always count on.
· My mother was just always better at putting it into words than my father was.
· She ingrained in me a feeling that even if she wasn’t there, she was there.
· Now, before you all kick me off the stage for not making any sense, let me break it down for you a little bit.
· There are some things that she taught me that I will never ever forget.
· Now, she never taught me how to ride a bike, but she did teach me, excuse me, is STILL teaching me, how to live life without the training wheels.
· She made sure that before I left the house I knew how to take care of myself.
· That when it came down to it, I would be able to keep myself afloat.
· That I knew how to wash clothes, stay tidy, and cook a decent meal for myself
· Because regardless of what others may say, that isn’t women’s work, that adult’s work.
· And with a role model like her, it’s no surprise that I’ve had my own share of succeses.
· She taught me to live life with balance.
· Now if only I could get her to teach me how to balance my checkbook.
· She taught me that everyone is deserving.
· Everyone has worth.
· That no matter how good you are at taking care of yourself, there is something powerful in being able to care for another.
· Chivalry is important.
· Because the only difference between confidence and arrogance is humility.
· When I walk around with a smile that’s soft and welcoming. That’s my Mom.
· When I’m cooking dinner and the rice comes out just perfect. That’s my Mom.
· When I pull my clothes out of the dryer and they become glued to my face because of the warmth and smell of Suavitel. That’s my Mom.
· When I hold a door open, or offer a listening ear. That’s my Mom.
· When I sometimes burn the tortillas because I left them on the comal too long. Don’t tell her I said so, but that’s my Mom.
· When I do my best to give good advice. That’s my Mom.
· When I’m unashamed to take advice. That’s Mom too.
· Now I know that we always strive to be more than just the sum of our parts but…
· It really helps when all those pieces mean so much.
· Thanks Mom.
"She held up my heart at lovepoint, and took everything… But me."
"I find it interesting how your name somehow manages to disappear. But it’s never gone for long. It has a habit of making an appearance when I least expect it. Always hidden near the bottom, but just high enough for me to always notice. Names, for me, have always been something not easily forgotten. Especially when I’ve spent so much time writing them over and over again."
Take care of her for me will you?
Treat her right.
Make her smile.
Make her laugh.
Sing to her.
Write her letters.
Buy her flowers.
Support her in all she does.
She is ambitious, and at times she will bite off more than she can chew.
So be patient.
Take her out for drinks.
She likes wine, Mexican beer, and German liquor.
Cook for her.
But don’t make it spicy.
And if she gets sick, kiss her on her forehead and do your best to take care of her.
Let her sleep.
But don’t make her soup. She doesn’t like that.
Work out with her.
Push each other to new heights.
Show her that she can count on you.
That she can trust you.
That she can come to you for everything.
Tease and joke with her just enough, but don’t take it too far.
She loves her family.
She loves her family.
She LOVES her family.
She’ll tell you that she can be mean and cold hearted.
I still don’t believe her.
Neither should you.
Don’t be afraid to make a fool of yourself to make her laugh.
She appreciates the dorkiness.
Hold her hand when she needs it.
Send her cute text messages every now and again.
Don’t forget good mornings and good nights.
Watch Disney movies with her.
Especially ones with girls with overly long blonde hair, little yellow, squeaky voiced helpers, and lions that find their place in the world.
Be her rock.
But don’t be overbearing.
Watch your actions and words.
But above all else, love her.
For all she is, and isn’t.
Treat her well.
Better than well.
Treat her how I imagined I would have treated her.
So if you think you can handle it, then I wish you nothing but the best.
But if you’re not up to the task, let her know.
And move the hell out of the way.
You left me with crater.
But it’s more of a cavity.
Because I just can’t let your name go through my mouth entirely happily.
I have a sweet tooth.
A craving for you is all I’ve been feeling lately.
But I can’t taste these thoughts of you without hurting myself.
- Álvaro Jesús Ibarra
I wish, to be able to speak words that linger off of my lips like a child to a parents arms
Leaving only because of a promise that they would grow to be something strong and beautiful
Leaving only with hopes that they would one day get to meet your ears and reach maturity
Massaging the sweetest music into your eardrums until you could not sleep without having your dreams move along to the rhythm of my heartbeat
I wish to be able to speak words that leave goosebumps on your skin
That reappear periodically
To the point that they become half-faded scars
So that whenever my lips touched your skin, they would have their own stories retold to them in a language that they barely recognize…
But fully understand
I wish to become fluent in the language of your fingertips
So that every time they met with mine they would exchange the most sincere hellos
Going on about who was happier to see who
And they would share the most tender embraces
Holding just secure enough so that they both knew that when it came time for goodbyes their warmth would linger just a little bit longer
But nevertheless, they would hold strong
Turning into a big thumb war of repeated “goodnights” and “I’ll miss yous”
I wish to feel the same way that the ocean feels whenever it gives the moon the chance to see itself in its reflection
Just so it could see how beautiful it really is
Even if only for a moment
So that even if everything around us was pitch-black
We would never be afraid of the dark
Because the light from your smile reflected through my eyes will always be bright enough to keep us safe.
And with the stars as our background, no one could match the beauty that we created in that moment.
So much so, that when the sun rose in the morning, it would wake up feeling jealous
Jealous, that it could not be us
Because no matter how hard it tried, or how bright it glowed
No one would ever choose the sun over the moon when it came to choosing who you would rather fall asleep to
I wish that we could fly
Because everyone always says that some things are just not meant to
But I have witnessed the exact opposite
Because as I was sitting at home thinking about what this poem was going to be about
The butterflies in my stomach began to flap their wings with such urgency
That they flew up through my lungs, past my arms, and into my fingertips
So that every single word that I jotted down, began to flutter and drift off of the page
And it took every drop of self control in my body to take these hands of mine and pluck such an amazing sight out of the air
And place the words back on my page in hope that one day you would get to hear them
So amidst all these wishes, I guess one wish I want to come true more than the others
I wish that every time you hear this poem, these words give you just as many butterflies as they gave me while writing them
So that maybe you too, could feel what it’s like