Raising a Texan

I have been living in the state of Texas for 10 years almost (give or take) and I consider myself an immigrant to this country.  No matter how many years I live here, England will always be my home as that’s where I grew up and made long lasting friendships, went to school, and all my childhood memories were made there.

My son on the other hand was born in the good old US of A.  Not just anywhere in the USA, but Texas.  If you have ever met a true Texan, you will know that they are extremely proud of where they are from and boast about it.  It’s true that everything is bigger in Texas.  It’s the only state in the country, where the state flag flies at the same height as the American flag.  There are bumper stickers that say “I am not from Texas but I got here as fast as I could”.  Don’t get me wrong, I love this state and all the great benefits that we get here.  Real estate is probably the most affordable that could be, there is a drive through for everything – I am not kidding – EVERYTHING – dry cleaner, post office, pharmacy, liquor store (yup) to name a few. Before my son was born I always thought this convenience was for the extremely lazy.  But I eat my words now after having a child – drive throughs are the best inventions ever, when you have a toddler in the car who you don’t have to buckle and unbuckle a 1000 times a day when running errands.  But I digress, from my point.

Before I moved to Texas, I wasn’t a big fan of Mexican food, but time has worn away at me and I now enjoy Mexican food.  It’s hard not to when there is one on every corner and you are faced with it everyday for 10 years. You ask any Texan what their favorite type of food is and they will say it’s Mexican.

Today, we were out playing and I asked my son whether he wanted to eat out. His answer was “yes – I want Mexican food”.  I was stunned.  My husband and I have never mentioned Mexican cuisine to him whenever we have eaten at these restaurants. He just knows them as restaurants!  For that matter, he doesn’t know Chinese from Thai or Indian from British food. How did he go from identifying food that he likes to telling me the cuisine he wants to eat?!

He can also point out a Texas flag and an American flag, but no other flag (he is not yet 3).

One of his favorite songs to sing is “Deep in the heart of Texas” which was a song that they taught him in pre-school. If you are interested here is the intro to the song:

The stars at night – are big and bright
Deep in the heart of Texas.
The prairie sky – is wide and high
Deep in the heart of Texas.
The sage in bloom – is like perfume
Deep in the heart of Texas.

He is going to be so different from my husband and I in terms of his upbringing and culture.  Am I going to be able to relate to any of it – prom (I never went to one in England), football (I never understood it and I never will),  high school sports (England schools didn’t have students to worship who were football or basketball heroes).

I guess what I am trying to say through all this rambling is that,  I have come to accept the fact that I am raising an American Texan; not an English/Indian child who is growing up in America.  When he loses his baby accent, he is going to sound like a Texan with a twang.  I am bracing myself for the day that happens.



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