My heritage has always been a big fat ¿ for me. See, I fully realize that I look NOTHING like my siblings or the rest of my family. For one thing no one else is an inch away from Munchkinland. Second of all, they are all pale folk who tend to speak French or German when given the choice. And third- apparently the Boob Fairy visited me a lot and forgot about my sisters! Me? I am a short, curvy, tan chick who was speaking fluent Spanish by middle school with ease. Then there was this photo in my baby book:
This is my half brother and half sister whom I have never met- Jeffery and Jennifer Iglesias. My grandmother thought that I came from Spanish speaking folk… but from where? I always got pretty creative with those pesky forms that ask your heritage in school- since no one told me what I was and I had to put something down (and OTHER wasn’t an option yet)… I never knew what to put for sure! And now that Gabby is getting older she wants to know more about where she comes from, which is not easy to explain as it is. A couple of my best friends have decided that we will just assume I am Mexican since everyone needs a good Mexican friend. I have been asked if I am Italian, Egyptian, and Greek many times… so maybe I have Spanish roots? Who knows!
I guess unless I actually get to meet my father I will never really know what the heck I am. The girls love looking at photos of me as a baby and asking me questions about when I was a kid. I wish that I had more photos to share with them but these are their favorites:
(* I would love to actually find my father, but all I have is a name and the names of the kids- not enough to do a search… unless someone has any ideas!)
What about you? Do your kids like looking at your childhood photos or things?