My mom was always the person who took care of me. She was a stay at home mom and we spent a lot of time together. I helped with the various activities around the house and my mom played games with me and played dolls with me. She would make the clothes for my dolls and when I asked her if she would make underwear and bras for my barbies, because that was something they seemed to never come with, she found some fabric and made them for my barbies. She kept my barbies and their clothes and gave them to me when I got older. I feel that she valued the importance of play and imagination and so this is something that I enjoy to this day.
My father took care of me in a different way. He was not able to be at home because he worked, so he made sure that I had the things that I needed. My dad likes to travel and so we would go to many places that he wanted to explore further. He introduced me to the joy of traveling and seeing new things. As a child we traveled a lot in Mexico and so I saw the beautiful beaches from the high mountains of the interior region. I remember stopping at the top of a mountain that had a look out point and my Dad stood me up for a picture and he held on to me so I would not fall. I was afraid of heights, but I felt safe with him by my side. In college I decided to travel and live overseas for a year and my Dad was supportive and made sure I was able to go with the stipulation that I save some of the money I would need. My Dad worked a lot and provided for us. For me this was a security and I new he cared for me because he wanted to provide the best he could for me, but he made me understand the value of the dollar as well.
Every summer when I was little my Mom, sister and I would go to my aunt Teresa's house for about a month or so. My aunt would take us to the cherry orchards and I remember climbing the ladder with a bucket to pick cherries. She likes to cook so we ate fresh home made Mexican food and she made sure we had all the fresh flour tortillas we could eat when we were there. She made me feel at home and I love visiting with her because she makes me laugh. I can not say that I got the joy of cooking from her, but I did learn to enjoy sitting around a table with friends and family eating good food and talking for hours.
While visiting with my aunt I also spent time with my cousins. My cousin Lisa seemed to be the one who always wanted to take me places. That made me feel special because she was a teenager and she wanted to spend time with me. One day she took my sister and I to the Library by bus. That was exciting for me. She did not have a drivers license and so she got around using public transportation. This helped me to look at other ways of doing things and to be creative about getting what I needed. In going to the library, she introduced the love of reading to me that I still enjoy doing when I can. She lives in France now, but she always makes a point of calling me to see how I am doing.
My sister and I are four years apart, but we always played well together. She was always the baby and I was the mommy because of our age and I wanted to be in charge. She is a peaceful person so she did not really argue with me or get mad, but if she didn't like something she would calmly tell my why. I think that helped me as a child to not react immediately if someone made me mad, but to calmly asses the situation tell the other child to leave me alone. My sister makes me feel special because she encourages my interests but is also willing to ask me the hard questions that make me think about things. I always know that I can talk with her and she will give me her honest opinion.
My son with my aunt Teresa making tortillas. This is what I used to do with her as a child.
My sister and I on a vacation we took this last summer.
My Mom still enjoys "playing" outside.
How fun! My mom, too, still loves to "play" when she can! I have a picture somewhere of her on the rope swing at our cabin last year!
ReplyDeleteI hope you still take trips with your boys like your father did with you. My parents traveled with us at least once or twice a year, a tradition I continued with my daughters from the time they were tiny until their own work schedules kept them close to home. But my mom and I still travel when we can.