My mother was old school, well versed in just about every old wives’ tale, as were a lot of Cuban mothers of her era. Growing up she would often tell me to do something or heed something that I knew full well was nonsense.
If my friends found out, I would be the laughingstock of the neighborhood.
Now that she’s no longer with us, I realize all she was doing was keeping me safe and it was her way, no matter how erroneous, to say, “I love you and don’t want you to get hurt.”
She’s been gone almost five years. Sometimes I will do something, then I catch myself remembering doing the same thing as a boy and my mother warning me of the dangers. I no longer get embarrassed.
To my kids and grandkids, when I tell you be careful of something, I know you think I’m being old world. Not at all, I just want you safe, as my mother wanted for me.
Robert Alpizar, Hialeah