EDINBURG, Tex. — My mom is very close minded. I don’t know where she got it from but I’m more than sure she passed it on to me. I can’t imagine same-sex marriages are happening. I know that’s something that might sound arrogant to some but to me, it’s who I am. And my mom’s helped mold me into a person that I don’t mind being: a close-minded one.
“You really think that?” Alex, my best friend, once asked me after I said I didn’t believe same-sex marriages should be legalized.
Oh, man. I didn’t want to get into that argument. So I ignored her question.
It’s not the first time I’ve ever said that. I know it might offend some. I’m even considering toning it down a notch as I’m writing. But I don’t know whether or not to restrict my freedom of speech or to proudly stand behind my opinion. Arrogant? I don’t think so. I think I’m more of a realist. Why else would a man have reproductive parts that only work with the woman’s reproductive parts? I don’t have a problem against gays or lesbians. I really don’t. I just believe marriage is strictly for a man and woman, like the Bible says.
But enough of that for now, let’s get back to where it all started.
I don’t know when it was the first time I saw a gay couple. All I know is that when my mom said something was wrong, I believed it.
“Quiero ser una famosa actriz,” I told my mom once when I was younger.
“No, las actrices solo viven una mentira, y la Biblia dice que las mentiras son malas,” she replied.
Way to crush my dreams, Mom. I just wanted to be as glamorous and gorgeous as Angelina Jolie or Thalia. But, if you say so. I stayed away from acting classes in high school and college.
At first, I thought it was like that for everyone. I was a first-generation Hispanic in my family; my parents and older brother and sisters were born in Mexico, and my youngest sister and I were born in Weslaco, Texas. I thought it was common for Mexican mothers to deny their kids from their own opinions, and maybe it is. But so far, none I’ve met (that haven’t been family) are so controlling of their kids’ opinions like my parents, especially my mother.
I don’t blame her for anything. In fact, I cherish the fact that my close-mindedness has flourished the way it has, and that I have enough facts and knowledge about my beliefs to protect myself from other people. But it still would have been nice to know what alcohol tastes like or what being a cheerleader in high school is like.
Her arguments then sounded very valid —alcohol is the worst thing you could possibly have in your system and cheerleaders are showing off their skin and young girls don’t do that. Now, I realize she could’ve used different explanations but I understand where she’s coming from. I’ve never had any alcohol in my system (except for a sip of wine cooler back in ninth grade) and I’ve never worn a cheerleader outfit. I’ve never celebrated Halloween, done drugs or considered dating a woman.
Most of her close-mindedness comes from her religion. A proud, but not perfect, member of the Assemblies of God church, my mother believes in everything the Bible says. I hate to admit that I’m not as devout to our religion as she is, but I know that if I keep holding on to its major principles (the Ten Commandments, Jesus son of God, etc.) I will be as strong as she one day.
I know most people in this day and age are not used to the “old school” beliefs that my mother possesses, but I’m more than proud to say I am, and I hope to instill my beliefs, and torture my kids with a million different reasons why they can’t dress up as Spongebob Squarepants for Halloween and go trick-or-treating with the neighbors. I’m one of the few people that will admit I hope to be like my mother one day, como mi madre mexicana.