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To my father

March 15, 2018

It's March, and this blog is going to be dedicated to my father.

A man that holds a strong hold on my heart.

 

So in order for you to understand this whole dedication you guys need a little back story and history on this man. 

 

He was born in Michoacan, Mexico and didn't come to the USA till he was 7 years old.

He is the oldest of 7 children. There are a total of (5) boys and (2) girls. My grandpa, was always working and out of the house so at a very young age, my father was in charge of helping his mother raise the other kids. They didn't grow up with a lot of money. I have heard countless stories about the little they had and the hilarious things all the boys got into. They were to say the least mischievous rascals.

 

As my father grew up, he grew up with the ideas that women belong in the kitchen, he was very misogynistic in his thought process and with his sisters. All of his brothers were. He was a "macho man/man's man". When he became a father, he became a father to (3) girls.

 

That's when he said he had to change the way he thought, he didn't want his daughters to be subjected to the way he treated his sisters or other women. He would always tell my sisters and I that we were a minority on two accounts, (1) we are Mexican and (2) we are female. That we had to work twice as hard and be twice as strong. I didn't understand much of what he meant growing up but as I have gotten older, as I have seen my sisters grow, he was preparing us to be strong within ourselves for whatever was to unfold in our lives.

 

My sisters and I grew up in a nice neighborhood and and went to private schools from kindergarten all the way up till we graduated from high school. My father went from nothing to being able to provide for his family with hard work and dedication. He has always had a relentless work ethic and to me, he is the embodiment of the American Dream.

 

I recently was speaking with my parents and asked them this simple question:

 

          "Are you a feminist? "

 

My mother's response was, "NO!" 

My father's response was, "Yes! (with a thumbs up)" 

 

It's funny how both my parents are so different and have influenced my sisters and I in our own ways as we have grown up. If you know the three of us, you can see we all have similar foundations in thoughts and convictions but we live our lives in different ways.

 

So this is blog is to the biggest feminist I know. This is for my father.

He and my mother have raised (3) stubborn, strong willed females. 

They have raised us to be proud of being women and being Mexican.

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Thank you

 

history

His-story

is your story

it became my story

which i pass it along to make Her-story

 

we embody with planting all those before

the present is our growing roots

preparing for others to sprout after

 

look not onto me for i am just a bridge

between generations of greatness

my setbacks are the pushing points for you

to jump beyond galaxies of dreams

 

he is the founding father

his wet back is more than sweat

it's the tears he's never shed

 

years of hard work it is the weight

of our worlds that he has carried

Atlas wills the burden of one world

yet you carry the worlds of your

mother, father, siblings, wife, 

daughters and your daughters daughter

 

you believe in a woman's strength

that our gift of creation is the future

 

Her-story

was formed from my story

which was founded by your story

His-story

History

 

 

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