Every now and then I pause and can’t help but wondering if I’m doing it right.
This “raising children” thing is not for the faint of heart.
One definition of raise is to “lift or move to a higher position.” In the beginning when they were babies, it would appear that this was easy. DONE.
Baby is tired. Lift it.
Flood was coming? Move baby to higher position.
Kidding. Hee hee.
Raising, though… elevating. Bringing them up right. I’m just doing the best I can. We are just doing the best we can.
One of the many questions that runs through my brain:
Are we doing the right thing by raising our girls in Mexico? Away from our families? Away from Target and coke icees? Learning pesos and not dollars? Learning Mexico’s history and memorizing Mexican states? Away from what we experienced?
While time will tell if this whole ex-pat, bilingual, dual-citizen thing will work in their favor, I know that right now… it works.
They’re part of something.
They’re hugged by teachers and loved by friends who are our family.
And they’re learning what life is like in a different culture (arguably, the only culture they’ve ever known).
I want them to be citizens of the world.
Lila told me the other day, “I think when I’m older, and we live in the United States, I’ll still come back here to have my babies.”
I asked her why.
“It’s a really great place to grow.”
Friday, my little citizens celebrated Mexico’s independence at school. They are so proud of Mexico. They’re so proud to be part of this culture.
I am, too.