Books on living room floor, all open, Baby E. skimming and poring through the new picture history books on Latin American history. We'll be studying this over the summer, as well as learning more about how we came to live in this country and about Baby E's heritage. Baby E. is fascinated with the fact that he is Hispanic. [I am first generation American, and my family is from South America.] I think my exact words were, "My blood runs through your veins! My people are your people! My ancestors are within your DNA! Your future comes from your past! It is who you are and who you will be and I am you and you are me and Viva! Simon Bolivar!....", (pant pant wiping sweat from brow)......words along those lines.
"Hey, Mom, I really like these history books you got us for the summer. They're so neat and cool."
"I'm so glad you like them, Baby E. We're going to learn more about my family, and you, and how you're part of my family from South America. I love history, too."
"Yeah, like, mom, this book here? It's ultracool because there's even a picture in here of me and what I'm going to look like when I grow up..."
"Wait, what? Baby E., let me see that...what are you looking at?"
"See, right here, mom, this guy...."
Baby E excitedly walks over a copy of The Mexican Revolution, for grades 6-9., holds it up for me to see,
open to this page:
Pancho Villa, Mexican Revolutionary
"Mom? Mom? Are you laughing or crying, mom? Mom????"