Oh, No, I’m Turning Into My Mother!

Raise your hand if you ever swore you’d never be like your parents….wait!, don’t put your hand down yet, I have a few thousand to count. Here’s the catch for me: in order to teach my children about the old country, I sort of have to be like my parents. And how do I do that? Speaking Spanish Pointing at things with my lips Flailing my arm to create inertia that makes my thumb and my index finger make a snapping sound to indicate that there is trouble Neglecting to tame my uni-brow Going around the house turning off the lights Listening to music that deals with the following topics: life in the farm the drama and dishonor that is the loss of a…