I’m constantly thinking of stuff to do with my family. I think it’s because I feel like I’ve got so much to share with them. I want them to have so many wonderful experiences and to appreciate life.
I take my job as a mother pretty seriously. I’m smart enough to know that the choices I make today, the things I say, the things I do all affect the next generation – for good or bad.
I love listening to El Trio Matamoros because it was my mom’s favorite music.
I have Fiesta dishes because they remind me of my childhood in Varadero.
Likewise, my kids all listen to The Beatles and U2 (=D).
They love movies and plays and books (because we obviously do). We can take them to any restaurant and they will try new foods, remembering the "at least one bite" rule.
Many times when I tell them a story about my childhood or teenage years they just roll their eyes.
But I know they are listening. And they are pretty much open to the things I share with them.
Knowing that I grew up in the 60’s and 70’s, they listen to me tell stories with the kind of concentration they might have if they were witnessing a train wreck. Horror, shock, confusion and amazement.
"Is it really possible," they are thinking, "that my mom could be such a dork?"
UPDATE: Lucy says that the nuances of this post will escape some people. So, to clarify: there was a TV show called "Get Smart" in the 60’s. Don Adams played Secret Agent Maxwell Smart (hence the title of the show). This is the trailer for the movie, "Get Smart" which comes out next year. He would always say, "Would you believe….?"
There. Happy now? =D