viernes, 29 de septiembre de 2017

A Letter To Remember (Part 1)

To my 7 months old daughter.


Dear Rebecca,

Today you slept for the second night on the cot by yourself. I am so happy of the confident and gorgeous baby you have become... how fast you are growing: healthy and always smiling thanks to God. You slept and the "pick up toys" time for me started. I first folded your bath towel, grabbed your last bottle of the day, rinsed it and left it ready to wash, then arranged your portacot in the right position, and then I fixed your walker's sit which eas upside down from when I took you out for your bath and remembered when you were there earlier with your red cheeks watching Mickey Mouse smiling everytime he showed up with his song from the ClubHouse... and then you giggled with this weird and cute high pitch sound that always melts my heart.

I then went to my own bedroom to get ready to go to bed and I saw your bassinet. It was there, empty and lonely... I remembered when you were only 57cm long and not even 4 kilos and you were this tiny human being tight up in double blankets and mittens to keep you warm as much as we could to protect you from the cold winter nights. Now it's there in the corner just in case one night you are struggling to sleep... or maybe it is just there because I am not ready to let it go.

That bassinet is a symbol of the first months of struggle. We (your father and I) rocked that bassinet hundreds of times to help you soothe so you could be able to sleep and rest. You grew there. You played there with your first soft toys... You smiled at us from there too!! Oh my God... that beautiful smile!!...

But you also cried there...

Because we couldn't rock you forever, specially when you were going to transition to your cot, we needed to teach you how to self soothe. So, we started to trained you to be a stronger and independent... so you cried as soon as I put you there... and you cried... 2 minutes passed and you were still crying... another 3 minutes and you were still crying... I broke and was about to go in there but your father stopped me, he was stronger than me -as usual-... he calmed me down and said that soon you would stop... and not even 1 more minute and you stopped... and you slept. You slept and I cried. It was an emotional moment. After that you started to sleep by yourself the same way half of the times... the other half you weren't able and we rocked you and sang to you...

And you were growing...

You were used to the routine: you played at night time, ate, had a very warm bath and go to the bassinet and we sang to you Houbuki Ya Mariam (Immaculate Mary) while we rocked you until you fell asleep. And one night you started singing too!... or it sounded like that. As soon as the routine was complete, you made this cute noise without even opening your mouth with the same musicality for almost 5 min until you fall asleep.

You are now 7 months old and you still do it. Everytime we sing the Ave Maria song, you know it's time to go to bed.

I still remember one of those days where I let you sleep by yourself and you were crying. I was near you by the door looking at you in a way where you couldn't see me but I could see you. You looked up for me, I saw you: you cried for 30 seconds with your eyes closed, then you opened them and looked above you to the places you know you always see our faces. But we weren't there and you cried again. Maybe you were calling me... you wanted to tell me something... maybe you were wondering: where are you mummy? I want your cuddle!... But you didn't know I was there, looking at you with my hand in my heart and a tear running from my eye to my cheek. I knew I had to do this for your future... for you to learn to be independent...

And then it hit me. I could picture myself as a baby crying to God and to Our Lady begging to come to rescue me. I loved them and they still didn't come when I wanted them to be here... and I felt helpless, alone... and I cried, I looked, I prayed and I cried again but nothing happened... Now I can picture Our Lady near me, even though I can't see her... she is trying to help me understand something... maybe I need to learn something from Her silence. Maybe She is telling me: "be patient, keep going, keep living, I have your back here on my side, you'll understand soon what your Father is doing for you."

I love you Rebecca. You just moved to the cot last night and you are sleeping peacefully in a big bed... now you look so tiny and cute again... but not for long. Live is short and you are growing very fast. And even though you can't see me all the time, and you cry because you think I'm not there I can assure you I'm watching over you...

See you at your 1:30am bottle feed.



Written by Liza Abouharb on 18/09/2017

lunes, 3 de julio de 2017

The Mystery of Pregnancy

The Mistery of Pregnancy

And the results came positive: the doctor advised me that I was pregnant. Yieih!! I ran back home to tell my husband who was thrilled with the news... I was too: I was so happy and scared to be a first time mum and that in 9 months I would have a little baby with us.

Babies are the biggest blessing God can give to a couple, that is why we call our babies: little angels in earth. However, when you think of babies and pregnancy, if you had not shared that period with someone who went through it before you, you would be hit, and hit hard with a few surprises. 

Yes, I have to be honest: I wasn't prepared for the morning sickness. I never had any close relatives pregnant before so my knowledge of pregnancy was very vague. You read about being sick, you watch a few movies where the actress runs to the bathroom feeling very sick and then a couple of hours later (in the movie of course) the actress is no longer pregnant, she looks vibrant and happy with a baby in her arms. So I knew that you get a bit sick in the morning with a bit of nausea and you vomit for a couple of weeks and done... easy, right? TRY AGAIN!!  Because, Oh! MY GOD. It's called MORNING sickness but it is actually a whole day 24/7 sickness... I can be happy and energetic one minute and out of the blue I would be feeling heartburn, nausea, vomit, be adverse of some foods, etc, etc. I wanted to have a baby but I really didn't expected to feel this bad!!! 

When, surrounded by a group of women, you make a comment about how bad you are feeling, apparently they have the need to share all types of horror stories about being sick for the whole 9 months, or that some had it so bad that stayed weeks in hospitals... but apparently those stories should have made me feel better about myself because most likely my sickness would go away after 3 months... awesome friends, right?

I was lucky to have the full support of my wonderful husband who helped me on an unimaginable way to go through it... but the anxiety of the unknown and the winter weather which I truly believe aggravated my all-day sickness was still present... The beauties of pregnancy... 

But, as everything in life, this passed... I started to show a little bit of a belly (how cute!... time to buy maternity clothes!). I started to have a renew boost of energy with December approaching. I was excited with Christmas! Yes! My first Christmas with my husband in our new home and pregnant... I just couldn't wait...!

Christmas... beautiful season (can you hear the Christmas Carols now?). I started my Maternity Leave and with that I had time for myself and to prepare everything for the coming of this new member of our small and new family, so I started to think about Christmas more deeply... I meditated through my pregnancy in the Virgin Mary's pregnancy... Yes, mums of the world, you who are Christians and believe in Jesus and therefore in the Virgin's pregnancy, think about her pregnancy for a moment: a very young girl (it's believed she was around 16 years old as per tradition of the time) engaged with Joseph had an angel coming to her to tell her she was going to get pregnant... Can you imagine it? 

She got pregnant and then Joseph abandoned her. She was left by herself, she wasn't going to get married because Joseph thought she was unfaithful and she also knew she would be judge by her community as soon as the news came out. She might have tried to explain to Joseph (who for what we know she must or should have being in love with) that she didn't betray him and knowing he didn't believe her must have made her feel a deep pain. We don't know how many days of suffering Mary and Joseph went through before the angel appeared to Joseph in a dream to explained to him the whole situation... 

"This is how the birth of Jesus the Messiah came about: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be pregnant through the Holy Spirit. Because Joseph her husband was faithful to the law, and yet did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.

But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, 'Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.'


When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord had commanded him and took Mary home as his wife.Matthew 1:18-24

Remember the all-day sickness I was talking about? Can you imagine Mary going through it and the emotional stress that all this caused on her? And we don't even know her parents reaction either so we don't know really how lonely Mary should have felt in this period of time.

I truly admire more Our Lady after my own pregnancy. I feel more connected with her journey and suffering as a mother.

I also admire all the modern mothers and pregnant women who for whatever reason are doing this journey by themselves too. Wow! An applause for you!! You are strong!


Now... 9 months went through... 

At the end of my pregnancy my energy levels were below zero... although the weather was above 40°... this pregnancy got worse but thank God my baby was alright. I had to drink heaps of cold water but then the cold of the water made my little baby kick in my belly and that motivated me... I smiled through my tears, my sweat, my swollen feet and my weakness. At this stage my husband stopped worry about my crying... he knew it was hormonal, but he still supported me.

Now, lets imagine Mary again: we know that the angel appeared to Joseph and explained everything to him, they got married and Mary had her husband's support during the pregnancy. Then, at the end of the pregnancy this happens:

"In those days a Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (...) And everyone went to their own town to register.

So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born." Luke 2:1-6

Imagine HER on a mule, heavily pregnant, going on a forced trip and then SHE STARTED HER CONTRACTIONS!! Oh my God how scary! She was in an unknown place and she started to go into labor. And poor Joseph who kept knocking on doors asking for a bed for his wife. How stressful. But he didn't gave up and at the end someone offer him a really dirty and disgusting stable surrounding by animals for her to give birth.

"(...) and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in clothes and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them." Luke 2:7

How scary for Mary! Do you know the infections she and Jesus could've get if the place wasn't completely clean? But I'm pretty sure that God was with them all the way looking after their health and for what we know her labor was for a few hours. But I also think about the complications she could have gone through that all pregnant women go through now days, but I'm pretty sure (or hope) that her delivery was as normal as it could  be...


I think about MY labor and delivery. I won't go into details, lets just say I was induced due to medical reasons, had deliver a beautiful and healthy baby girl and then had to go to theater for an emergency surgery which at the end went well, thanks to God. I was in Intensive Care Unit (ICU) recovering from surgery when the midwife brought my baby to me... and I hold her and looked at her.

It's been 3 months since that moment... my energy is above zero (way above now thank God) and I hold my baby in my arms, I smiled to her and then she now smiles back. Lets take a mental picture of that moment... lets keep this in our hearts as parents.


We know that after Jesus was born, the King Herod heard that a "king" was born and he got scared for his own luck so he wanted to end this new person's life (and therefore future kingdom) before he or she grows old and destroys Herod's kingdom. Herod was looking after himself and selfishly he order that all babies under 2 years old must be killed. 

"After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, 'Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.'

When King Herod heard this he was disturbed, and all Jerusalem with him.


Then Herod called the Magi secretly and found out from them the exact time the star had appeared. He sent them to Bethlehem and said, ‘Go and search carefully for the child. As soon as you find him, report to me, so that I too may go and worship him.’

After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen when it rose went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. And having been warned in a dream not to go back to Herod, they returned to their country by another route.

When they had gone, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream. ‘Get up,’ he said, ‘take the child and his mother and escape to Egypt. Stay there until I tell you, for Herod is going to search for the child to kill him.”

So he got up, took the child and his mother during the night and left for Egypt, where he stayed until the death of Herod." Matthew 2:1-4, 7-15

We don't know how old Jesus was when Herod tried to kill him, it could have been even in the first 6 weeks since birth where all mums must rest to have a full recovery... but this didn't happen with Our Lady: she had to get on a mule with a newborn and escape the place she was at... So scary, so tiring, so stressful... but by then Mary and Joseph were already on the Mission of keeping the Son of God safe... that is what mums and dads do.

While Jesus was growing the Bible mentions a few activities and circumstances that happened in Jesus childhood mentioning that Mary "kept it in her heart" some things Jesus said or did.

"And Mary kept all these things in her heart" Luke 2:19

I understand so much more now this phrase. It is so deep, so beautiful and so heart lifting...


I don't know what the future prepares for our daughter but the Virgin Mary did know what would happen with her son... and still she took on the mission, she stood by his side quietly until the end when she sees this baby not so baby anymore innocently killed by the worst dead possible: the cross... I can cry more now watching the movie The Passion of the Christ because I can feel deeply the silent and brave pain and love of Mary. Oh how strong Our Lady was... how strong!!

And to think she has adopted all of us makes me feel loved and cared. The Mother of God is my Mother too... I can trust her the way my newborn daughter trusts me: trusting her love just because of her soft touch. I don't know anything that happens in heaven like my daughter doesn't know what is happening around her. All my daughter know is that if she calls me crying or smiling: I'll be there for her. And all I also know is that, when I cry out to Our Lady praying the Rosary or talking to her, she will also be there...

That is LOVE too.

God bless you.

Liza Abouharb
June 2017

jueves, 2 de enero de 2014



This year ... Oh, this year 2013! that had finish and has been dismissed without further preamble that the hand of a clock passing the 12am and the usual "Happy new yeaaaaar!!".

It's time, like every year, to take soul and heart inventory. It's time to inventory your goals and do the inventory of your economic situation of these past 12 months ... Let's do it without fear...

miércoles, 1 de enero de 2014


Este año... oh qué decir de este año 2013 que ya ha terminado y se ha despedido sin más preámbulo que la aguja de un reloj pasada las 12:00 a.m. y el acostumbrado grito de “¡Feliz aaaaaaño!”.

Es la hora… como todos los años, de hacer el inventario del corazón, el inventario del alma, el inventario de metas, así como hacemos el inventario de la situación económica de estos últimos 12 meses… Hagámoslo sin miedo…

jueves, 10 de octubre de 2013

Querido Cumpleañero...


Señoraaaaa… no le quite años a su vida, póngale vida a los años que es mejor…” dice una famosa canción de Ricardo Arjona…

Cumplir años es un momento agridulce. Generalmente las mujeres nunca cumplen más de 29 años. Cuando van pasando los años, se va diciendo la edad, pero cuando llegas a los 29, muchas mujeres dicen con picardía que no cumplen más… y así cumplen 29 años… por 29 años más. Y en los hombres pasa lo mismo, pero como siempre ellos maduran más lento, entonces a ellos su crisis le da a los 39 años… Se quedan ahí por 10 años, y cada 10 años adelantan una década pero atrasada… No sé si me expliqué, pero creo que logré comunicar la idea.

jueves, 26 de septiembre de 2013

El Estudiante

El Estudiante.

Al despertar el estudiante
con ojos somnolientos
y boca bostezante,
rezonga el tener que madrugar
para así mismo un futuro forjar.

viernes, 20 de septiembre de 2013

Carta Por Desamor.


Querida amiga mía,

No te preguntaré cómo estás porque quizás amaneciste mal o quizás amaneciste bien pero los recuerdos te atacan de vez en cuando porque todo lo que lastimó tu corazón está a flor de piel.

jueves, 12 de septiembre de 2013

La Moda Por Lo Fitness.


¿No se han dado cuenta de la guerra mediática por la “comida sana”, “cuerpo sano”… en fin, todo lo que tenga que ver con el famoso fitness?

Por todos lados hay alguien que te da un consejo sobre cómo tener un cuerpo más saludable (ya no le dicen flaco, porque no es ser flaco, ahora se le llama ser saludable). Por Twitter, Facebook, Instagram y cualquier otra red social de la que eres miembros hay muchos “coaches” que te bombardean con recetas para adelgazar SANAMENTE.

viernes, 26 de julio de 2013

¿Cómo Conseguir la Paz Interior?


Me preguntaron: ¿Cómo se consigue la paz interior?

¡¡Ufff!! ¡Que tema!

Estar en paz con uno mismo y con el mundo no es fácil… En el torbellino de la vida, ¿cómo conseguir la paz? Con el ajetreo, el estrés, los problemas personales, laborales, sociales, políticos, económicos… ¡¿Cómo puedo tener paz interior?!

viernes, 19 de julio de 2013

Amar... Otra vez...


Una amiga hace mucho tiempo me pidió que escribiese sobre el Amor. Y yo me preguntaba, ¿qué más puedo decir del amor? He tocado el tema del amor de padre, de hermano, de amigos y hasta el de pareja en mis escritos… pero no, ella quería que yo hablará de cómo amar tanto y que se rompan varias veces los corazones, produce en nosotros el sentimiento de rendirnos y no querer darnos más a los demás…

He pensado mucho en el tema, y debo complacerla, porque, es una realidad…