You’ve perused the Our Story page. You’ve become acquainted with my somewhat sardonic and often verbose writing style. Perhaps you’ve even moseyed over to my personal family blog 4 For The Road, where we chronicle the life of a touring showbiz family and take a perverse amount of food photos. But enough about me! Let me introduce you to the gal who’s lighting the fire for Mamachic.
My daughter. While my son Max is my heart, Eva is my soul.
Eva is a force to be reckoned with. She has a sweet side to her 18-month-old persona, but the stubbornness that explodes from her verifies her Tsai lineage. While she chitters an endless stream of words that you could decipher if only she had teeth (the first tips appeared just one month ago), she obstinately refuses to say “please” — even in sign language. In fact, when you prompt her, she recoils as if truly offended, and then attempts to backhand you.
On the flip side, she’s a champion cuddler — just ask her grandfather, Mike Sr.
When we found out in an ultrasound that we were having a girl, my first panicked thoughts were, “What am I going to do with a girl? How do I raise her, when I feel like I’m still figuring myself out?” Then, when she was born and I first held her in my arms, I realized we’d be figuring it out together. The labor and delivery wrecked me, but when I looked at her, a sense of calmness came over me. Soul sisters, you and I.
With my son Max, we were in dire need of an effective burp cloth since he spat up often — and that’s what started me on this Mamachic journey. But as that initial design came to fruition, my needs changed when I had Eva. A nursing cover function was essential! Even now at 18 months, she still nurses as ferociously and demandingly as ever, and I’ve been caught with my shirt up in public in order to stop her wailing. I needed to create a foolproof, beautiful nursing cover, pronto.
As this business evolves, Eva constantly keeps me on my toes. Her constant curiosity and effervescence make me see the world through her lens, which is both rose-colored and electric.
When I see her beauty, innocence and impishness, I wonder how we got so lucky. Then she starts shrieking, and I wonder where we can get some earplugs.