Monday, February 23, 2009

Did you ever wish you were a fish?

Because if I titled this post what I really wanted to title it, it would be sure to pop up all kinds of thorns and such...but really what I wanted to say was something more along these lines....


Despite a very happy childhood, despite a loving family, despite some most excellent moments of spontaneity...when I was a kid, I wished my family were Mexican.

screeeeeeeech................

Hold-up, what's that?

What U.S. born, white-anglo-saxon kid wishes they were part of a minority group?

It wasn't that I wished we were specifically Mexican, it was more that I liked what I saw when Mexican families gathered together for celebrations.  It just looked like so much fun!

I can remember going for Sunday drives and after a bit in the car, my dad would find a park for us to run and play and get some wiggles out.  Inevitably, there would be a HUGE (like 40-100) group of hispanic families having a party.  Some of the men and boys would be playing soccer, the women would be under the park-shelter tending to food and conversation, and dozens of cousins would be running around the playground having a wonderful time.

I had about one-dozen cousins, but all but one lived in other states.  The idea of having dozens of cousins seemed like the perfect way to instantly have loads of playmates and friends.

I remember my mom and dad being bothered by loud "oompahpah" sounding music, ill-behaved children, and inebriated adults.  I remember thinking "why can't we have music and pinatas at our parties?" 

It seemed to me that there was a richer heritage, that there was more importance placed on tradition, and a deep sense of family that made even a second cousin as important as a brother or sister. Nevermind the whole idea of God Parents who weren't even related but promised to take care of you just like you were their own child.  This all seemed amazing to me.

Time has gone on and I've discovered that my family has a far more interesting heritage than I realized during those young years.  Our traditions might not be as colorful as other's but they are ours.  

We still don't bring our own music to the park, and we've yet to have a pinata, but I'll bet when our family gathers together in celebration, other kids look at us and wish they had a family just like ours.

10 comments:

Lara Neves said...

I suppose the grass always seems greener, doesn't it?

I always wanted to be polynesian...similar reasons as you, but mainly so I could wear leis for special occasions.

Now I married one, so I suppose my dream sort of came true.

Kristina P. said...

Mexicans definitely know how to throw parties! My friend's next door neighbors installed this pinata pully system. It's awesome!

Heatherlyn said...

My husband comes from a large family. When they get together it is crazy like that. For real. I think there are over 30 cousins now. I used to just want to hide from all the noise! My kids love it.

in time out said...

Great post. Miss you. How are you doing?

Dawn Parsons Smith said...

That was a beautiful post! It makes me really appreciate all of our family traditions...even if they feel overwhelming at times! It's completely worth it at the end of the day! Bravo!

Karen said...

My family is French Canadian and when we got together as kids it was just like that. I had 25 first cousins and we all went to visit our Memere every Sunday afternoon. We had to keep our Sunday clothes on until we got there and then would be allowed to change into our "play clothes" so we could all go down and play in Memere's cellar while the grown-ups played cards at the kitchen table.

Jen said...

I know what you mean. We have several mexican families that live around us and they have all kinds of fun dance parties and food! I find myself doing the salsa in my house when they are out partying! Fun times.

Amanda said...

Here from BSU...

I agree with you, they do seem to be more passionate, I guess you could say. They believe strongly in large family relationships and support.

Brittney said...

so now I want to go to the park and have a piƱata. Boston and Gabe would go nuts. I'll bring the music

Marylois said...

Thanks for the tip on your friend the bread baker. I'm going to share her blog with my sister who also loves to bake bread.