Every parent’s goal is to give their kids the best possible life. We struggle to balance working and family responsibilities, doing without much needed sleep if it means you can spend a couple more hours with them after getting home from work later than you’d like. Every day is a battle against time, miraculously cramming in a full-time job, rides to and from school, soccer practices, dancing sessions, girl scout club, Basque classes, gym time, dinner time, reading time, homework, Wipeout episode of the day, snuggle time, second job, a drink with friends, pala league, email messages and blogging.
We also do our best to pass onto our kids those things most important to us, in my case, culture, language, a bit of political incorrectness, and an apathy for germs. It’s not easy to go around speaking Spanish or Basque to your children. Let’s say they have a playdate over who only speaks English. I have to repeat things twice because talking to my kids in English feels so wrong. I know it can get uncomfortable for other people and sometimes embarrassing for my kids, buy hey, it could be worse. They could have a boring mom.
Eventually, you start getting a glimpse here and there that your efforts are paying off: the kids want to read stories in Basque, you son loves playing pala, and your daughter asks if it’s ok to be friends with a Barcelona Futbol Club fan.
Then one day, you hit the jackpot and you know that, despite the challenges, you’re succeeding at your job as a mom. (I will use the real word for soccer -football- to illustrate what I mean).
Andoni: Amatxu, look, boys playing football!
Amatxu: American football?
Andoni: No, football football
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