Throughout my life, I have always considered my grandparents to be the foundations that allowed me to establish a sense of who I am and what is important to me; thus, my grandparents (on my mother’s side in particular) are my key ancestors. As my parents were often occupied by work when I was younger, I spent much of my childhood with my grandparents at their house in Madera, CA. Indeed, the fondest childhood memories I have are simply the moments I spent interacting with my grandparents. Past the fond sentiment my grandparents hold in my heart, I can objectively conclude that they are the sole connections I had to my Mexican heritage- without them, I would have had nowhere else to learn how to connect to my heritage. Everything from the family
One thing is a dream in serving God, and another thing is to do it. When we came to the US with Adriana, my wife, was a new star for us. We got married before came. However, also was a new beginning in my ministry… God planted a new and bigger vision in our hearts.
The sun had just begun to rise and the temperature was growing warmer with each passing minute. Gusts of wind brought dust swirling into the house as I lay in the bed that I shared with my mom and sister. My mom was just beginning to scrub clothes across the surface of a washboard and was hanging them up to dry on the nearby clothesline outside. Laundry was what kept our family alive because after my father left us a few years ago life became so much harder. I often helped my mom around our one room house cleaning, fixing meals, and occasionally helping collect laundry from our neighbors.
This summer I went to Matagalpa, Nicaragua for 3 weeks. It was a scary experience for me at first because in all my 17 years of living I have never left my home of Oakland. Before I left to go on my trip I was nervous because I have never rode on an airplane before, and I have never been away from my grandmother for that long. In fact, she was one of the main reasons why I went. She motivated me to step out of my comfort zone and experience new and exciting things.
Imagine being separated from your family at such a young age because you weren’t able to move from Mexico to America. Or imagine having to leave your family and come to America to work in order to support your family. My mother was born in Mexico and was separated from her parents and older siblings when they decided to move to America. The four younger children weren’t able to migrate over to Mexico due to not having papers; it was only the four older children who were able to move. As four younger children were left behind in Mexico including my mother, the other four had to start working to support the family.
Mexico has been my home since I was born; for 17 years I have been amazed by this culture, all the colors, flavors, places and even the people. What we all hear about Mexico is how badly things are going on here, corruption, killings, the disappearance of 43 people, drug dealing, caos. Nevertheless for mexican citizens who are stucked in this country have no other choice but to try and find the beauty within all that mess, by seeking the spark that makes this country keep on moving. In this occasion I share with you Mexico in perspective coming from a 17 year old, who has no option but to stay in school and be a good daughter but manages to find some light within the darkness of the crime that surrounds her, the bursting culture
I believe in finding yourself in others. In the 21st century when you grow up you are surrounded in a world of technology, ungratefulness, and high expectations. Before I went on this life changing missions trip that was my mindset. I was ungrateful,and jealous of what I did not have. But now my values and my mindset has changed I now am grateful, and I am jealous of the people who have so little and are still so happy.
All most the whole thing compares. I still went to St. Louis and visited my aunt and uncle. I saw my cousins and we went to Cracker Barrel. When we got there we played the potato game. The next day we were going to go to Chimichangas but there was a big line, so we got dominos.
I am American, Hispanic, Jewish, and Catholic. This combination has molded my values, perspectives, and behaviors. Since my parents are divorced, the strong relationships that I maintain with my two grandmothers have formed the roots of my identity As two of the most influential women in my life, my grandmothers have shaped my interpretation of the role of a woman. My Peruvian grandmother, Papo, embraces traditional roles with grace and elegance.
The Birthday Around four-forty in the morning, a lady came to the Reedley hospital to give birth. That baby was coming on their way to the hospital but just on time to give birth, was in a room. The baby was very small and chubby but was truly strong and healthy. This particular baby was soon to be named after her father, Fernando. Fernanda had no problems whatsoever therefore her parents were grateful since there were many children in this world that suffer a great deal for their problems in health.