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What I hope to achieve at age 37

By Maria Ros

Written June 6, 2000

Age 15

My daughter Maria was in high school when she wrote this. I can’t recall why I had handed this assignment to her, but it was probably due to issues she was having in school. I was 37 at the time and I asked her to write an essay on what she had hoped to accomplish by my age. This is what she wrote.

What I hope to achieve at age 37…

By this age I hope to have graduated High School, and have graduated from a 4 year college. I hope that I attend an out of state college. At college I hope I find the occupation that best fits me, and that I’ll enjoy doing for the majority of my life.

Knowing myself, and knowing that I am a pretty indecisive person, I will probably experiment with many different occupations before I find the right one.

Another important thing I would like to achieve is to find my soul mate. I hope that by your age I will find the person that I want to share the rest of my life with. I might even want to have kids, but probably not.

When I am 37 I hope I still keep in touch with my two best friends, Natalie Jones and Daniel Watkins. I also hope that I have a close relationship with you and Carmelina. That is very important to me.

At your age I hope to make enough money to keep me happy. I want to look forward to go to work. My work will be a big part of my life, so I would like it to be something I find extremely enjoyable.

Finally, when I am 37, I want to look back and think to myself…

…“Wow, I have come a long way, I have learned a lot, and I am so happy with the way my life has worked out.”
I have a strong faith that I will go far in life, and be happy.”

 
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Posted by on July 15, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Who’s the Fool?

April fools has always been one of my favorite holidays, if you can call it that. I’ve had more fun on this day than any Christmas that I can remember to date.

When my daughter was in High School, around 1998, I thought that I would never see her graduate. It was a fight all the time about homework and grades. Then one day while driving her to school she turned to me and said:

“Mom, thank you so much for pushing me so hard. I can really appreciate your message and ever since I have been trying harder I understand that it isn’t so hard. I can do the work and I like it too. I can see that my education is the most important aspect of my life right now.”

My smile grew more as the she ended her statement. My chest blew up with pride. I would have cried, but I’m no sap. Just then she added
“April fools! I hate school and I hope I never have to go again. When I get out of High School I’m never going back to school for anything. I’m going to marry a rapper and live better than you do.”

Now I loved April fools because I was the one who played others for a fool. I didn’t like being fooled, especially by a high school brat. I drove her to school as she laughed all the way there and I gnashed my teeth. I had to get back at her somehow. It had been a tough year with Maria, who was headstrong and determined not to do it my way.

I went home and drafted a letter from a Florida Boarding school. I designed the letter head and began my own joke.

The letter read that Maria had been chosen to participate in a week-end at the school and was chosen to compete for a scholarship geared at Hispanic-American students.  The letter explained a grueling week-end schedule which reminded the recipient to make sure to pack formal evening wear because the school would host a dance with the local Military School boys.

That night, I took Maria out to dinner with her friend. Once she was enjoying her meal, I handed her the wonderful letter. I watched anxiously as she opened the invitation to a week-end of hell for any teenager. She crumbled up the letter and threw it to one side. I picked it up and asked what it was. I pretended to read it and with as much excitement as I could muster up I told her this was the opportunity of a life time.

“I’m not going.” She insisted.

“You are going. You will never get this opportunity again to have a great education.” I ranted

“We’ll go shopping for an evening gown tomorrow.” I added.

“No! I hate you.” She said as she began to cry.

“Oh you hate me now, but you will thank me for this later, I promise.” I told her as she banged her head against the table, embarrassing us all. People were starting to stare as if I was torturing her. I knew she wouldn’t eat what was left so I had it boxed up to take home. I let her suffer until we got home and I got my turn.

“April Fools!” I said opening her bedroom door and handing her the boxed dinner that she couldn’t eat due to her anger of having to spend a week-end at a boarding school.

She looked up with tears still rolling down her cheeks. She wanted to smile, I could tell, but she wasn’t about to let me see that.

See April fools may not have been so much fun on that day, but today, fourteen years later, we can both laugh together. Laugh at one another and ourselves.

 
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Posted by on April 1, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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