Today is Mexico's Independence Day. On September 16, 1810, Father Miguel Hidalgo feverishly rung the churchbells of the town of Dolores to signal a rebellion against the Spanish colonial crown. This marked the beginning of Mexico's Independence movement.
Although I was not born in Mexico, my roots are there. My grandfather was born in Zacatecas, Mexico and my grandmother's family is from there as well. I was almost moved to tears when I walked into my school this morning and heard the song !Viva Mexico! from singer Luis MIguel. Since we are a border town (a hop, skip, and a jump away from Mexico), many schools around here celebrate this day. Students come dressed in authentic Mexican costumes and participate in a parade and celebration assembly. It is a wonderful thing to see and hear: red, green, and white patriotic colors everywhere, and shouts and songs of pride
Sometimes I get so caught up with the American way of living that I sometimes feel that I neglect my roots. This is the type of day that reminds me that Mexico is not all about good food and the Spanish language. It is nation that , although lacks the financial prosperity we do, is full of sincere pride and spirit. And I definitely share that pride and spirit with them.