I first saw her walking down the street. Her waist length blond hair tied in a single braid, swayed as she walked. Her crystal blue eyes glistened in the morning sunshine. She was a blond enigma. Her features identified her as an American, or at least excluded her from being a Mexican. However, her mannerisms were completely Hispanic in nature. The way she dressed, interacted with the people on the street, her hand gestures, everything about her captivated my attention. Who was this woman, from where did she come, why was she here? Questions that later were answered by a formal introduction. Her name was Lucy: daughter of American Missionaries to Mexico. Born in the states but raised in a culture not her own. She lived in a mysterious sub-culture. She was a MK (Missionary Kid).
I haven’t seen Lucy in many years and yet The Blond Enigma lives on. I see her every morning. Her blond curls “give away” her identity and her light green eyes elude to her non-hispanic heritage. And yet her mannerisms would not be found in an American middle school. Her name is Genesis.
I remember the first time I met her. A baby, she entered this world with the same quiet nature which she lives it today. She was born in Tennessee, but since then, has celebrated every birthday on Mexican soil. Genesis is an American by birth and a Mexican at heart. This week we celebrated her twelfth birthday. Twelve years- they seem like an eternity and an instant all rolled into one package. Wow, how time flies!
Now- she knows The Pledge of Allegiance to the American Flag and the first and second verses of the Star-Spangled Banner, but at age three she could sing the entire Mexican national anthem by heart. Our song bird also knows a ton of Mexican folk songs and just this year started dancing on a Mexican folk dancing team.
It is something very interesting to behold, watching your children grow up in another culture. So today I write a tribute to our oldest MK, Miss Genesis our Blond Enigma.
Such a joy, such a blessing…Happy Birthday baby girl.