The way we are raised has a lot to do with the person we become. Personally, I can speak on behalf of being raised in a Hispanic household, in particular, a Mexican one.
As generations evolve so do ideas and customs. For example, back in the day, it wasn't normal for people to take out a camera and take a picture of themselves, as we now call it, a "selfie." Now, however, it has become so common to see someone pull out their phone in the middle of a street and proceed by taking a picture of themselves with whatever is in the background. Personally, I can say that a few people in my Mexican family can still view this as weird because they are still so accustomed to their traditional beliefs and behaviors. In my case, my Tia Maria would probably say, "Que estas haciendo muchacha?! Mejor ponte a ser quia ser!" or "What are you doing young lady?! Do chores instead!"
With that said, I can state a few different characteristics of growing up in a Mexican household.
Being rudely awaken as early as 8 a.m. every weekend to the sound of "rancheras" and a loud vacuum right next to your door.
You look in the fridge to look for some butter, but is the container really butter?
"It's 10 o'clock!" really meant it was 9:15.
The "chancla" was always a threat when you didn't listen to either of your parents, in particular to your mom.
Your parents never want to buy you McDonald's because "there was food at home."
Having your mom ask you to talk to relatives you've never met before over the phone.
Coughing up your lungs whenever chiles were put to roast.
The face your parents made when you would say you were still 12 years old at the buffet even though your quinceanera was the weekend before.
Going into class only to find out you have to do a family tree but not even knowing close to half of them due to the enormous amounts of tios, tias, cousins, second cousins, and cousins' cousins you have.
Having to eat a tortilla with every meal.
When the show "Cristina" ended, it was a sad day for every Hispanic in this world.
Every bed in your house had a blanket with a huge animal print on it.
Every holiday meant tamales.
If you can relate to a majority of these things, the chances of you being raised in a typical Hispanic home, in this case Mexican, are very high. Regardless of all these different aspects, one thing that can be said is even though some family members may have been annoying, the love given to you was never-ending. Having such a big family meant there was always someone there. At the end of the day, there wouldn't be a thing I would trade.
