“Interestingly enough, my father doesn’t know any Spanish, or at least he pretends not to. Nobody can be sure.”
My mother is Cuban and my father is American. I think that I kind of relate much more to my Cuban heritage just because I grew up here in Miami and all my mom’s family is here. My dad’s family is in Illinois. I know that they are of English and Irish descent; mostly English. My father comes from the Churchill lineage. My mom came to America in 1955 when she was 11 years old. She met my dad through her brother.
My dad is Jamaican. I don’t really know what all these backgrounds mean for my life, I just know that we are so mixed. I think that Jamaican food is really good, and that the country itself is really beautiful. I spent a couple summers there with my father and his sister.
I was raised to embrace in general. We are really family-oriented. Our structure is a little different right now, but I still try to keep the cousins and aunts and extended family involved. I love music, food, and I’m always dancing and singing. I have a younger daughter as well. I speak to her in Spanish and she answers in English. I haven’t followed through on this yet, but I’m going to pick one day a week where I will speak only Spanish to to my kids. If they don’t understand, they won’t get what they want. And if they don’t respond in Spanish, we can’t have a conversation. Interestingly enough, my father doesn’t know any Spanish, or at least he pretends not to. Nobody can be sure.
I know that I’m different from other kids. Maybe they think it’s a little weird that I have three different nationalities, and they have just one or two. I think my mom being Cuban and my dad being Jamaican is cool and different.