Family and Hope

It's only 4:23 am and the house is silence. My mom's phone interrupts the silence. She wakes up in a panic, that woke me up. She turns on the light. The phone stop ringing. It rings again, she answers, "hola. Quién es?" You could hear a mans voice through the phone. Her eyes are wide. I grab her hand and hug her. "Ok!" She says with her worried voice, sounds like high pitch with a little stumbling. She gets out of bed and heads to the shower. - field notes 11/6/14 

I always admired my mom. A great woman with so much love and pain.  My mother is the oldest from her siblings. My mom was their mom too, she took care of them. She's was only eight years old and she was a mom already. My grandparents never paid attention  to my Tios' and Tias' and sure hell didn't even paid attention to my mom. Since she was the oldest she had to grew up, never had a childhood. She didn't go to school. She didn't  go out, she stayed home with five kids who are barley crawling and learning how to dress them selves. She had work, clean, cook, and on top of that she had to keep five kids out of trouble. She was only eight you. At the age ten she learned how to become a sister, a friend, and brother, a father, and the most important she learned how to become a mother. Now if that's not a superwoman then what is? At age thirteen she meet my good looking dad. " I remember the first time I saw your mom. She's was short and had long black hair that tough her butt. Blue short shorts and white baggy shirt with high heals. She had you tio hector on her hip. She was yelling at your tio Juan. I fell in love with her. It was love at first sight."  My dad tells me. A tear hit the kitchen table. She never had a childhood, she didn't have education, she didn't have no one next to her, but what she does have is heart! I never met someone who gave their childhood away just to be a mother for those five kids. At age 19 my mom and father got married. Had their first child, my brother. It wasn't her first child, it was her sixth child. Five teen years later  My tios' and tias' finally got married and have their own children. My mom and dad been married for twenty five years almost twenty six years. I was only eight. Divorce was never in the plan in our lives. My mom had everything, happiness, food, shelter, home, husband, children, money. I guess I was wrong. Happiness was only temporary.  My aunts an uncles never gave the thanks to my mom. When he she need them the most, they no  where never to be found. She's 49 years old now and they only call her when they're in trouble or need something. The funny things is that she doesn't turn her back. My hey hurt her and yet they go running to her. She need help and they act like she's doesn't. It hurts her, but she doesn't mind the pain inside her.

 

The phone call was from my Tio Hector. He's in some trouble and he needs a plane ticket from Las Vegas to Reno. My mom bought the ticket. Her little baby is coming home to her. She's excited and cooking and she's dancing.

 

We called my grandpa all the way from Mexico. Even though he's the most selfish, ungrateful person ever we love him.She's talks for hours with him, crying, laughing, yelling. It look like everything going back to normal. I decided to have a little family gathering at my house on thanksgiving. I'm spending my cheek into this, even buying a plane ticket for my grandpa and anyone who needs to be here for her. Calling her cousins, friends and anyone that I know who loves my mom as much as I do. It may be impossible for me but for my mom I'll make sure it's  possible. This should be good for her, for me. Family is what makes her happy and I didn't notice that. If she got out of bed on a Saturday and cooking and cleaning and even dancing then there's hope. I have hope now. 

 

 Picture taken by me. 11/9/14 2:43 pm, she's was laughing before I took the picture. ❤️