My Own Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day is a mixed bag for me.  My mother and I have numerous issues with each other (but her issues are worse!), and we rarely speak.  My daughters are 20 & 18, and the last few years have been, how shall we say, opportunities for growth.  They’re both doing better now, and we get along SO much better, but it’s still weird, and throw in the fact that they’re adopted (at 8 & 6) and it’s even more difficult.  They took me out on Mexican Mother’s Day (May 10), even though I am, according to my younger daughter, “pretty white-washed.” 😉  My older daughter is here crashed on the couch, since she worked last night, and we’ll be meeting up with the other kid later for a second celebration. (Oh, the joys of being bicultural!)

Daughter #1 and I went to the cemetery to do what I do every Mother’s Day, spend time with the most important woman in my life, my grandmother.  Lupe Sanchez was born 1 January 1913 in Lerdo, Durango, Mexico.  Lupe Gonzalez died 28 April 2003 here in Santa Rosa.  She was my anchor, my heart, my comfort, my protector, my savior.  As long as I draw breath, she will live on in my heart.  Mother’s Day is about her.



About socolaura

Mom, educator, opinionated, passionate, smart, witty, wise Latina. Waiting for my moment of zen.
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