I find it amazing to raise children in Mexico. I have a two-year-old daughter and I grew up in a small-town community in California, so I was very blessed. I love the fact that I have my daughter in the best private school in the area. She has a garden in the background, and it is safe. My kid is still a kid. I don’t have to worry about society pressuring my daughter or the bullying being so difficult as it is in the United States because of the situation the United States is going through and went through 10 years ago or 15 years ago.
When raising kids here in Mexico, you get a sense of community. You meet the parents of where your kids are going to school. You have time spent with your children or it is feasible to have full time help, which in the United States isn’t feasible anymore. In the US, you have to put them in daycare centers and try to hire nannies, which could be expensive. Here in Mexico, you can manage having a nanny if you’re a full time working mom and it’s less expensive than in the US.
I love raising my daughter. She travels all the time with me. She’s been to about ten states in Mexico already and five times back and forth to the United States, which is an experience. It’s very different than keeping my daughter extremely sheltered. We’re not all about everything being sterile. Yes, you sterilize your bottles and what not but if the kid’s playing outside in the dirt or playing in the garden, they’re playing in the garden. You’re not worried about, “Oh my gosh, there’s a bug coming.” Yes, you have to fumigate outside but still, your kid is allowed to be a kid in Mexico, more than in the US.
In Mexico there are a lot of mothers who like to follow the American path and do things like people do in the United States. And then you have the Mexicans who are very warm and hugging and wanting to be full time moms, which is admirable; the man still works and the woman are in the transition period in which we have a little bit of both.
At least in Mexico, I can take my daughter out to a park and I’m not worried about a predator looking at my daughter. I’m not worried about some crazy person coming and having a mental breakdown and doing something to the park with these children. Here, I can take my daughter to a park and play if I would like to. Or I can take my daughter to a shopping mall and not worry that someone is going to do something. You don’t have that sense of fear. I don’t feel it. And again, I live in Guadalajara and Chapala, which is in Jalisco, a safe state compared to other areas.
(Book of Fiesta, a bilingual picture book, pictured.)