I met my parents almost 28 years ago (yikes) on a cold January day, aka January 16th. I honestly cannot remember a thing from that day but I have heard stories of what a cute, huge, and grumpy baby I was. I guess babies aren’t always happy to get out. And like I said, it was still a winter day when I came into this world so I guess my toes where freezing which did not make this baby happy at all!
I had heard a few voices and stories before I was born so I knew, right away, that I will be in the best hands. But before I can tell you about my relationship with my parents let me share a bit about them:
Meet my folks!! Their names are Alfonso and Ana Lorena. Both born and raised in Guadalajara, just like me! If I am right, and correct me if I am not, they met through a friend of my mom’s…who used to date my dad. So even though the hate for the ex-boyfriend should have remained, my parents still ended creating a happy ending for themselves!
They now live in Houston where my dad is a 4th grade teacher and my mom volunteers at a thrift store (yes? no?).
Fun facts about my parents
- They are both the 3rd child in their families.
- They both have an Accounting degree but never worked as accountants.
- They both attended religious schools all throughout their education years: my dad’s influences are Jesuit and my mom’s from the Sacred Heart. So I have a good balance of Catholicism under my belt.
- My dad taught one of my mom’s classes at their University.
- My dad almost ordained to become a Priest. Thankfully he didn’t, or I wouldn’t be here!
- My dad is allergic to some seafood.
- My mom loves seafood.
- My mom loves to shop.
- My mom hasa great eye for interior design.
- My mom loves plants so much that our house always resembled a mini jungle.
My Parents and I
When growing up we were taught to be polite, respectful, and, to some extent, politically correct. We were always expected to eat every single piece of food on our plates, at home or not, and even though we liked the meal or not. We were taught to be polite and say please and thank you (or por favor and gracias).
There isn’t much I remember from my early elementary years but I can easily recall that my mom would always push us to get straight A’s which was stressful. This taught me that I can do anything if I apply my self 100%.
There were good and bad days. Fights, eyes rolled, hugs, kisses, and te quiero‘s. At times I was extremely mad and angry because I was not allowed to go to the mall or something, but I this has happened to all of us, and will surely happen to our own kids some day. Now I understand how silly this was…even dumb. But oh, well. We all learn, right?
But everything changed the day I decided to move to Vancouver. I think their hearts mellowed down a bit. I think that as I parent you don’t even want to think about your kids leaving your home. So when they come up to you and tell you they are setting on an adventure of their own you can feel a bit resentful and even hurt. But once they moved past it, I truly believe our relationship improved a lot.
Before I was not able to make a joke about my mom, but now she laughs at it and comes back with an even funnier joke about me. Of course, there are still things I cannot fathom to say to or infront of my parents. I am still expected to be the best, but now not only for me but for my boys as well; to be respectful and mindful of others.
And what is best is that now I get to enjoy them as the grandparents to my two boys! And they are great at it…even all the way from Houston.
This was a post from my 30 Things challenge, where I share with you, via 30 posts, what makes me me!