The influence of my mother-tongue…

I made an interesting observation this past year. This is related to our identities and the language(s) we speak. My sister had the first grandchild in January of this year amongst my sisters and I. I met Rafael about six weeks after he was born. Like any new Tia I was super excited and ready to hold and kiss him. Interestingly enough the first few utterances that came out of my mouth and continue to do so were in Spanish. It wasn’t something I planned. It just happened. Sure I use English, but Spanish comes out when I’m feeding him or giving him kisses. I think it’s because my mother always spoke to us in Spanish. It’s the language I associate with when communicating with my nephew. It’s the influence of my mother-tongue. We resort to what we find natural, to what we know. 

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