About Maia Rodriguez

"Military Mom" Maia Rodriguez was born in Cleveland, Ohio, but that was about twenty homes ago. After graduating from Syracuse University with a BFA in Musical Theater, she traveled just about everywhere in the country, lived in a green turtle-like tent for 6 months, toured and slept in the back of her van and even worked in Japan for a year. Then she met her husband who tamed her (ha!) and they embarked together on the adventure of parenthood in southern California where she worked as a professional pirate. Now, two children later, the family currently resides in VIrginia, where she sings for the US Navy as a vocalist. When she’s not mothering, she’s writing music for "Evernight," singing and writing for the Baby Bullet Blog.

New Year Food Resolutions

It’s 2017, a brand new year full of promise… and food! I mean, everyone’s sitting around talking about the gyms they’ll join. But have you ever pondered all the meals you’ll make in the next 365 days? Here’s what I’m going to try: Veggies in everything. The goal here is to get as many vegetables […]

Less Princess Jasmine, More Princess Leia

  I speak a lot to the pressures of raising a daughter in a culture that throws pink princesses and impossible standards at young girls. Recently, I posted my thoughts on the death of Carrie Fisher on Geek Girl Authority, where I’m a contributing writer, and it made me put some thought into what made someone […]

Heroine: Girls Can Be Superheroes Too

At a recent trip to BJ’s, I found myself wandering over to the bakery. Next month is my daughter’s birthday, and she’d asked for a Marvel Superhero theme. So, I thought I’d browse through their cake design book. There’s a boy section was filled with Pixar’s “Cars” and “Toy Story”, combined with ample selections of […]

The Night the Ghastly Ghouls Appeared: A Pureé Poem

The night the Ghastly Ghouls Appeared The house was silent, and I feared The blender’s cry would pierce the ear As I pureéd.   The Baby Bullet’s frightful face Took on a sneer, seemed out of place It watched me move all o’er the place As I pureéd.   There came behind me quite a […]

Pressure, Part 2

I wrote earlier about my son’s lingual frenectomy–when the band of tissue connecting the bottom of the tongue to the floor of the mouth is removed surgically. At the time that I wrote Part I, I was sitting in the solarium, waiting patiently for the procedure to end. The nurses had wheeled him away and he was bundled up […]

Pressure, Part 1

Today I write my blog post from inside a hospital solarium. MSNBC has been talking about Trump for the last hour and a half, and I’ve been waiting for a doctor to come tell me that my son is waking up from surgery. But let me back up and talk about my weekend. Two completely […]

Dear Me, Eight Years Ago

Hi, Maia. This is future Maia from 2016. You’ve just had your first baby in 2007–a little girl named Lynnea. I hope you don’t mind me taking a few minutes to write you about what to expect the next eight years. I’m not going to lie: it’s going to be anything but easy. And you […]

Best Parenting Hashtags

A few months ago, my daughter asked me what my favorite hashtag was when I was growing up. I just stared at her. How do I explain that there were no hashtags when I was growing up? To me, it’s still the number symbol. So it got me thinking about browsing the web for some […]

Adjusting to the Learning Curve of Parenting

I was nailing this parenting thing for a while. I kept telling myself that anyway. My daughter, who’d been dealing with some heavy anxiety seemed to be getting better at handling her emotions. She was able to talk through her feelings, put words to these complicated feelings, and we were all cohabitating much better. Every […]

Grasping at Straws: Learning NOT to Compare Your Children

Here’s the checklist of things that my daughter learned to do before the age of 5: Read. Tie her shoes. Dance. Swim. Here’s the checklist of things my son learned before the age of 5: Play with Legos. Procrastinate. Fold his underwear (sort of). Play with Legos. Today was the last day of a two-week […]