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As I talked on my two worlds one chica blog about how is my live living in America while most of my life I lived in Peru and all my roots are there, I have to be realistic and admit now my new life is here in the United States my new home country.

Although those roots, background, heritage whatever you want to call it; is always there in my mind. Especially when I want to pass on the many traditions I had with my parents.

We latinos are so family oriented even though sometimes (or many) you show up to a party with your parents, your husband, your kids and your nephews, or if you are picking someone from the airport same thing; you come with the whole family to pick up just a friend, right? I remember one time my husband came by himself to the Lima airport and my dad said we ALL have to go, so that means my mom, my brothers, my nephews and of course myself… to what he said: ay caramba!!!

Latinos we are special in many ways and one of the areas that I am most proud of is how warm we are, right? how expressive we are to anything that happens (sometimes we make a big deal of anything, right?) but is just pure excitement and that excitement has to be part of our daily life. We hug our kids or husband as if we haven’t seen then in a month and we see them everyday. But it is part of our culture. Been married to an american, sometimes I think mut be overwhelming for my hubby to see how we are everyday, but I also respect his background so as he has to respect mine, right?

Iremember a friend of mine, told me she was having problems with her son in school because he was so touchy (both parents are Peruvian). He is six years old.  Most likely he has received so much hugs and kisses in his life and for him to do it is so normal. Of course in schools in the United States there is a big NO for behaviour like that and my friend was called so she could talk to her son and do something about it because he shouldn’t continue to be touchy. So what if all that is just simply cultural right?  Nothing wrong with that, I don’t think so; but of course not everyone is use to that and not everyone thinks is nice, either.

So what happens when you married an American or someone from another county like in my case, my kids are half american and half Peruvians. The other day my son told me: mommy I know I am half Peruvian and half American, or else I don’t have a mommy right? of course, he said all that in Spanish.  I have brought him a few times to the Embassy of Peru and once he told me this is your country and I said to him this is your country, too. Your dad is from the U.S. and your mom is Peruvian so you are half & half; I think since that day he has been thinking about it…LOL

We don’t have a lot of time for playdates but my son has made great friends from his Peruvian marinera dance academy Garbo & Salero, and it is been over a year that he loves to spend times with his friends from the academy most of them with a Peruvian background, especially with his good friends the twins Scarlett & Sidney. (check out this video)

It is hilarious to see how a six year old is a total latino when it comes to girls, so charming, flirtacious, mischievous and such a gentleman at such a young age. We can say without a doubt that Tyler has latin blood huh? and we know we will have many funny adventures in the years to come, or shall I say many headaches, too …LOL

I hope this blogpost helps you to understand that there is nothing wrong with letting your kid BE, be true to his roots, be true to his feelings and let them your kids explore where they come from, let them grow learning their parents first language, learning your traditions. With the years you will see that your kid is so rich culturally and you will see how respectful he/she is towards other cultures and he/she will proudly share his own.



Evelyn Brooks

When I began writing my blog I said it is going to have information about how I live in the United States; but as an immigrant, we tend to compare how things work in our native countries. I am a working mother, and I am trying to wear all hats. It is even harder when your kid is not in school and you are trying to make everybody happy.

We still have two more weeks before Tyler goes back to school. He doesn’t have more summer camps or anything else scheduled for the rest of the summer, so here I am, looking for play-dates for him.


This is not like in Peru where I could call my relatives and tell the I am coming over with the kids. Here…you don’t just show up at a friend’s house; THAT IS A BIG NO-NO! Not even to my in-laws house…LOL (perhaps cause they live in St. Louis, too?)


Tyler and his cousins

Tyler and his cousins

I have to make phone calls, text and email constantly to keep things running, so scheduling play-dates isn’t exactly easy. Sometimes we have to schedule something a week or two in advance, and most of the time is two to three hours at a time.  I can’t just go into my neighbor’s house and tell them please watch the kids for a couple of hours.

This reminds me of something funny that happened to me while I was growing up, and I could literally just go on over to my neighbor’s house without any notice! My mom cooked something I didn’t like, so I went to my bedroom and called my neighbor from my window. “Maritzaaaa…have you had lunch? What did your mom cook?”

She said turkey with gravy; so I asked if I could have some and she said to come on over! I came back home with my topper of turkey and gravy, so I just put rice on top and had a really nice meal. Even my mom was asking me if she could have some! We still laugh about that one!

While I am eager to find play-dates for Tyler, I am also thinking, “How will this  be when Stella grows up? Two different calendars? I will have to drive them to different places, find play-dates with siblings their age and I haven’t even begun to picture myself as a soccer mom! NOT AT ALL! Nor a ballet mom…”

I still have to work. I am waking up earlier. As soon as the nanny comes in I ask her to watch the kids so I can schedule a play-date from 10 a.m. to noon, then lunch and then a nap. Or sometimes we are out all day on different play-dates. There’s one in the morning and then one in the afternoon. And on some days when my husband comes home early, I leave the kids home with him so I have a chance to go out and work at a coffee place for couple of hours.

I keep having to remind myself — this isn’t Peru, where you go out in the park and you have all neighbors’ kids playing. They will be there the next day and the next day and so on.

But when we go to the park here, I am always so conscious as to whom Tyler is playing with, because you don’t know the kids or their families. There are always different kids at the park. And it is sad that out of all the kids in this neighborhood, Tyler has made exactly ONE good friend. He unfortunately moved a year ago to Canada.

However, this summer we met another wonderful kid named Parker. We would have play-dates, ride bikes, play with the scooters in the back of our houses, but now, in a couple of weeks he is moving to Colombia.

I am so far behind with work (just saying), because I actually want to enjoy a bit of the summer with my family and kids. Soon enough, Tyler will go back to school and things will go back to normal. But as a mompreneur, don’t you ever wish that summer’s were shorter for kids, and they were already back in school?

Hasta la Proxima;)