by Cindy Tovar
As I boarded a plane to Australia last week, I couldn’t help but notice that my husband and I seemed to be the only Latinos on the plane. I noticed the same thing on my way to England a couple of years ago – and it made me wonder how many of us choose family over our own personal growth and satisfaction.
Let me explain:
I haven’t gone to visit my family in Colombia in six years. It’s not that I don’t want to, but at this point in my life (married, with no kids) I want to see the world – visit new places, experience different cultures – every chance I get. And yet, somewhere deep inside, a guilty feeling nags at me. As every year passes, this feeling that I’m choosing to invest in my own pleasure rather than choosing to see loved ones grows stronger.
My adventurous spirit surely didn’t come from my parents. The words “Go! Travel to different countries! Live a little before you settle down!” never escaped their lips. This wasn’t a priority for them, not a value they believed was important to pass on, and so it didn’t become a priority for me either. I didn’t acquire a taste for travel until I started dating my husband, who helped me realize that there’s a whole world out there waiting to be explored.
Fellow writer Orlando J. Rodriguez touched on the notion that abuelita may be holding us back from moving too far away from family – but could our families also be holding us back from visiting new and distant places?
Incomes vary from person to person, of course, and some of us can only afford one vacation per year, or even less. Is it wrong not to use our precious time off to visit loved ones back in our native countries? My Americanized brain tells me “No.” And yet that pesky collective mindset has such a hold on me that I don’t know if it’ll ever completely let me go.
There’s no question that family is important to Latinos. If it weren’t, I wouldn’t be feeling this familial responsibility engrained so deeply within me. But we need to realize that while family is important, it’s not everything, and there are certain things we need to do for our own personal enlightenment. This goes against what I was raised to believe, but I have to keep telling myself that what I’m doing is not selfish.
I am fortunate that my family has never made any snide comments to validate these feelings. Nevertheless, before each vacation, I hear their imagined voices calling to me from across the ocean: “Don’t forget about us! We miss you!”
I look down south to where they are. “I miss you too, but I need to do this for myself.”
“But we love you!” they plead.
I look away from them, towards my next destination. “Which is why I know you’ll understand…” I shake off my internal struggle, and get on the plane.
To learn more about Cindy, visit Dagny’s Dichotomy.
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Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this article are solely those
of the author and should not be understood to be shared by Being Latino, Inc.
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