Mexican Family Narrative

Being a child of immigrant parents is not easy. You are constantly living in the fear that one day you’ll wake up and you parents won’t be there with you anymore. Specially now that we have a new president, things are getting more challenging. But don’t get me wrong, I live a happy life. I am proud to call myself a Latina.

I come from an authentic Hispanic family, who is traditional in plenty distinct aspects. We treasure all the memories that have occurred to all of us and we laugh about the embarrassing moments we all had. We hold traditional customs and we accept new traditions as well. All of us are over protective of each and every family member, meaning that if anyone in the family has a problem we will not stop until it is fixed. To every family member, family is always first.

It could be concluded that the first two decades after the Mexican Revolution, the country’s children started to be viewed as potential cultural and social critics, model citizens, and influential reformers. In fact, children were meant to play a central role in the movement of reformation led by the revolutionary nationalist government as they also received a large percentage of the national budget, which went toward their educational development. To support this claim, Elena Albarran’s Seen and Heard in Mexico zeroes in on children and their contributions to the defining of Mexico’s identity at the time by analyzing records of children’s perspectives available through letters, stories, and drawings to examine how Mexican childhood corresponded to the hopeful yet varied visions of revolutionaries, which was a stark contrast to the more uniform basis of cultural nationalism. By teaching children how to step away from aesthetic goals in order to encourage them to take more political stances, the youth were guaranteed a rightful place at the middle of Mexico’s rewriting of their narrative. There were various ways through which children contributed

Las Vegas is where I was born and raised. That doesn’t mean that I just gave up on my Mexican culture. Like many others, I have a culture that is both American and Mexican. My culture has shaped my values, perceptions, and behaviors. The culture of my family, community, and society has made who I am as a person in numerous ways.

Journey of Dreams The Gonzalez family go through struggle, endeavor to fight against, and go beyond prejudice, discrimination, in an effort to become socially upward and partake in “The American Dream”. Will they be able to? Even with a multicultural, multiracial, and pluralistic imprint? The Gonzalez family are a Latino family that live in Los Angeles.

This play is about stereotypes of the Mexican American family; the father who drinks a lot an alcoholic, the mother who is in long suffering, the rebellious pachuco son who doesn’t care about anything and always going jail back and forth, the daughter who is pregnant, and the righteous son who was in Marines, and tries to adapt into the mainstream culture. There is this another oldest brother, named Belarmino. He 's a man without body has only head, a dark mop of curly hair, expressive eyes and eyebrows. He is strangely funny and slightly creepy, an animal who at first can 't talk, but finally starts speaking and shows good understanding of both Spanish and English. The family is very poor to start with, but when knowing that they have to

Coming from a strong Hispanic culture food is everything. Most of my family grew up in Ecuador a small country in South America and like any other Hispanic culture you will see how much of it revolves around food. But more importantly I would like to focus on how food impacts the women; it is a strong belief that in order for a women to be able to find a husband first she must learn to cook. Growing up this is what was mostly heard in my home, “You want a boyfriend, but you don’t even know how to cook!” or “You will never find a husband cooking like that”, and although it was mostly said in a teasing manner the words ring with some truth.

I was sitting in the tattoo parlor with my head resting on the black leather chair staring at my mom from the corner of my eye. I could not tell if she wanted to curse everyone in the room or cry, I came to the conclusion that it was it was probably both. In my mom’s words, I was getting a hole drilled into my nose. In my words, it was a nose piercing. This was the biggest fight I’ve ever had with my mom.

I woke up on an especially cool winter morning and looked over to my mother’s side of the bed. She was not there, I knew that, but I secretly wished she was. I swung my legs off the bedside and rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get myself ready for school. This was a typical morning for me.

My family heritage has played a large role in the person I have decided to become. Culturally in my family the wife is suppose to follow the husband and the wife does all house tasks. I was in disagreement with this idea. I personally believe that the title in the house was divided equally for wife and husband. This all affected me academically.

Growing up in a hispanic family directly affected the environment I was exposed to. Everyone around me always greatly emphasized the importance of family, being humble, and being generous.. My teachers, friends, family, and loved ones majorly impacted me and shaped me into who I am today. When one is brought up in a small town, a lot like the one I was brought up in, one is destined to typically be exposed to the same type of people as long as you live in that certain town. Everyone in my small hometown usually had a background story like the one my parents have, therefore, they also usually had a lot of the same morals and values my parents held high and taught me.

I identify as a Latina. I have always considered myself as a Latina, but throughout time, I believe that I have assimilated more into a white individual because of the privilege that I hold and because I have lived in the US most of my life. I have received mostly negative messages from those who are not from my ethnicity. My peers and I were told we wouldn’t graduate high school and be laborers for the rest of our lives. With the current politics, I believe that this still holds true where some people still hold stereotypes and give oppressing messages to Latinos.

Culturally, family is the base of my Hispanic heritage. As a child my mother taught me that family is the most important aspect of life. I remember my abuelita and uncle visiting every Thanksgiving and telling stories about their youth, from my uncle getting lost in Yosemite National Park to my abuelita regularly being dragged by the ear to Mother Superior’s office. When she came to visit, my abuelita would always share the family albums that she had stuffed in her suitcase. With every picture there was both a story and a lesson.