I am in a group of women who are all immigrants. From Viet Nam, Japan, Brazil, Mexico, and from India. We also have a couple of friends whose parents immigrated, from Mexico and Cuba. It is a friendship that came together at work, and we have been in our little UN for over ten years.
We talk a lot about our days as girls, and the customs and culture and how that has shaped us. Why do I do all the cooking? Because my mother did all the cooking and her mother did all the cooking. I’m raising my daughters in the kitchen, by the time they are ready for marriage they will be able to do all the cooking. A woman who can’t cook is basically worthless in a marriage. We see it every day. Proud women who never cook, or clean for that matter. Hypocrites, who hire poor women to do it for them.
All of us not only do all the woman’s roles, we all are very competent in that role. We have babies, we nurse babies, we raise babies. We do not have balls, we know it, and we don’t want balls. A woman doesn’t have balls, she has curves, a vulva, breasts or tits. We bring the hole to the marriage, the hole for him to deposit his sperm in.
None of has American friends. We would not be caught dead with their attitudes. Fortunately we have a wide community and our daughters, and sons, are growing up surrounded by women who want to be women and train our daughters growing up to be mothers and run a home. Every girl in my family learned early how to care for a baby. You better know, it’s too late to learn when you take your baby home and a book isn’t going to teach you.
I look in the mirror every day. Every day and see a woman. The hips, the tits, the cute little slit. I don’t turn and bend over. That’s not cute.
We have a girl’s trip planned, my two daughters are coming, and some of the other girls are bringing their daughters. It’s a woman only trip, no husbands or sons allowed. It’s about women. And we will have those heart to heart talks with our daughters. They will hear it from us, before they get their first period.
