I woke up yesterday morning a little late, it was not a big deal the boys didn’t have to be at school on time. Mothers day is Sunday this year so they decided to do the program the Friday before. I was looking forward to this as it is middle son’s first year at this school. I was a little upset that my older son would not be participating in anything but, was happy he would sit with me during the program. My husband has his classes in the mornings until 10 am so I knew I would have to
go alone for the first half hour. Not a big deal, I took the boys to school and came straight home to wake up the other two kids and get them fed and ready to go.
When I came home I checked my sons list one more time, white shirt (check), black pants (check), black hat (check, thanks to my neighbor upstairs who let us borrow it). No problem, he is good to go. So I got Little Miss and Baby Butt out of bed dressed and fed them. At that point it was already 9:35 and we had to get going. I left the house with the little two and walked the block and a half to the boys school. Seemed like it had not started yet so we were good.
My children attend a baptist school, all private schools are religious here (except for the American School which we cannot afford), my children are not Citizens yet so they cannot go to public school (nor do I want them to go to public school here). So every program we have starts with the pastor giving us a sermon. I was having fun with Baby Butt, Little Miss on my right side, and my older son (Big Boy) on my left, so I was not really paying attention to the sermon Until…
EN LOS ESTADOS UNIDOS (In the United States, I don’t speak very much Spanish but I understand a lot)! So this of course got my attention as I have never heard a sermon here where they brought up my country.
He continued, In the United States, every child has there own room, every child has there own cell phone, every child has a tv and computer in their own room, every child has a video game system, everybody makes $500k a year. And the most insulting of all American Parents give these things to their children to make up for not loving them or giving them the care they need. Because American’s have turned away from God and are all living in sin. (Guess he forgot what Jesus said about casting the first stone.)
“Mommy, why is he saying all that about the United States?” Big Boy asks. I was angry and at this point saying “NO ES VERDAD” (It´s Not True) louder and louder, the only thing I accomplished was getting all the people around me to look at me and give me disapproving looks, as I am the only American there (besides my four children).
When my husband got there, I told him, I was livid. He told me just to ignore it and not to fight with the pastor or the director about it because we have enough problems dealing with Big Boy and the school. Big Boy, he is not a trouble maker, but, I suspect he has ADHD, it runs in my family, and he is very difficult at school and at home. His first year there we were called into the school psychiatrists office, when we tried to explain we though he had adhd. The psychiatrists response was, “That´s the problem with Americans they just want to medicate their children so they are easy to deal with.”
WHAT? First I never asked anyone to medicate my son, I was reaching out for help when they called us into the office about his behavior. Things have only gotten worse from there. I cannot help my son when people ignore everything I have to say.
So, I finally calm down because Little Man is about to dance. They come down and my son is the only boy without a vest! What? I checked it never said they needed a vest. So either the teacher told the other moms or the other moms decided the boys needed a vest (as it is traditional, how the fuck am I supposed to know, I am American). No one told me, they never do, no one talks to me, they prefer to talk to my husband. So whatever, I was happy to see my son dance, though he never smiled until it was over and he gave me my card and my flower.
I was ready to leave but we had paid about $10 for this (double for both boys, I always pay both classes even though I only have to pay one, I know some parents can’t afford to pay) I was gonna stay for my meal.
“Mommy, I made you a card but my teacher would not give it to me when I asked for it, it was pink!”, Big Boy tells me, while I am standing up waiting for a chair when every other mother is sitting down and some of their children are sitting down ( I do not let my children sit down when parents are standing, its rude). I stand for almost ten minutes when the director has someone bring me a chair. I was just ready to leave. The meals came and I got skipped, I was pissed and left. I came home and was about to start crying, my husband opened the door (it had gotten cold for the younger two so he brought them home after I got my chair) and I was like, I don’t care, I don’t want the food. He insisted and we all went back and he made sure he got both meals because I had such an awful experience. Big Boy ate the second one.
It is hard enough that I have to deal with living here and listening on a constant basis about how Big Boy was bad at school, but let me point out, when I go to the school in the afternoon to pick him up (12:30 pm they only get 4 hours a day of school) I see all the kids running around, screaming, fighting, being horrible, yet Big Boy is the only one anyone says anything about. When my children come home crying with scratches and bruises, I don’t say anything because they always try and make it out as he did something wrong, and I know all kids have issues when they don’t feel like they belong. But, then to realize that we are hated because we are American, it reminds me of everything else I have to deal with.
I am so ready to take my family to the states where we all belong. We are almost there.
So to those people that keep asking why I want to go to a place that I say the immigration laws are unjust (USA), my answer is, no matter what it is my home and my children deserve better than this. Would you sit idly by and let someone do this to your family?
Here is video of Little Man’s dance.