This past Thursday was the third anniversary of the death of my mother from ovarian cancer. But I didn’t visit her grave on that day — I did what she would’ve wanted me to do. Be happy.
I visited her a month earlier, when I was asked to give a speech at Santiago Canyon College in Orange for Cesar Chavez Day. We did it in a big tent in anticipation of rain that never really came, rain that we really need in California. The community college is not too far away from Holy Sepulcher Cemetery, where my Mami is buried along with her parents and so many more from the Zacatecas diaspora to the point there’s a Santo Niño de Atocha statue overlooking hundreds of tombstones.
After my speech, I went over there and left Mami some roses from my garden. The idea came to me at the very last moment, otherwise I would’ve had dozens of them with me since it’s been a good year for my roses. Instead, I left one of each type that I grow— a bright yellow one, a big pink one, a white one, and small pink ones that grow in trios.
I took a photo, and I cried.
Water is all Southern California’s thinking about this week with word that millions of people will only be able to water their lawns once a week, and very likely not at all. We’re in the worst drought in 1,200 years, apparently. I couldn’t imagine how I would feel if I had to stop watering my plants – actually, I do know know how.
I would remember the advice of my Mami, and water deep. .
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My Mami never really came over to my house – she never drove on the freeways, and I always preferred to go visit her. She would come with my dad when my wife and I were on vacation to make sure everything was good, and when he’d cut the grass with me, but that was about it. Almost every time she would come over, she would always love to help me in the garden.
But would always scold me! She would say I didn’t water the plants enough.
“But I do it every couple of days,” I would argue. Yeah, but you barely sprinkle them, she’d respond. You have to let the water really sink in. You have to let the water go deep.
Doing that encourages the roots to go deeper, and thus have more access to water as the soil dries out. Watering shallow encourages the roots to grow close to the surface, which makes the plant dry out quicker.
Isn’t that life? Make your commitments profound, not superficial. That much more attention pays off again and again; little attention stunts growth. And yet we ignore that advice in the crunch of time and commitments, preferring the easy over the hard.
Mami would only water once a week, even in the hot summer days. Her garden was always more vibrant than mine, although that’s because she mostly stuck with ornamentals for some reason, while I almost exclusively do fruits and vegetables. Except roses.
Really, she watered every day. The proof is in her four children. We are all beneficiaries of her eternal well of love. Even with her gone and no longer able to give it in person, we are established enough to continue life in ways that would make her proud.
Right now, another rose is growing garden, a hybrid that came out nowhere. Deep burgundy, and really beautiful. You can take all the care in the world of something, and it still fails — that’s life. But you could also take all the care in the world, and something new and unexpected emerges — that’s life, too.
Gotta keep watering, one way or another.
GRÍTALE A GUTI
This is the column where I take your questions about ANYTHING. And away we go…
I don’t have an immigrant story to tell when I share my Tejano culture and influences in the food I eat and cook at home. Will I box myself in by focusing on Mexican and BBQ? Or do I lean in and own my voice as a Tejano who doesn’t speak fluent Spanish, never visited Mexico, but who is charming and writes well? Side note: I’m planning a trip to Mexico City in July.
Why wouldn’t lean into your Tejano identity? You are the people of Lee Treviño, Selena, Lydia Mendoza and Freddy Fender, not Greg Abbott. Ultimately, the only person who can box you is yourself, so write whatever you want and hit up the pulque in la mera capirucha!
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Enough rambling. This was the semana that was:
IMAGE OF THE WEEK: A visit to USC — actually, 3 in 4 days!
QUOTE OF THE WEEK: “When we get more houses than we can live in, more cars than we can ride in, more food than we can eat ourselves, the only way of getting richer is by cutting off those who don’t have enough..”
LISTENING:“Blinding Lights,” The Weeknd. I first encountered this mega-artist when he performed at the Academy Awards for his contribution to 50 Shades of Gray, and really became a fan after his Super Bowl halftime show insanity. He was okay Weekend 1 of Coachella, far better Weekend 2 — and this song! There’s a haunting, sultry soul-goth quality that’s something else — and the videos are just WEIRD.
READING: “A Statue Gives Romans a Voice: 2021, Rome, Italy”:I’ve never been to the Eternal City, and doubt I ever will, but this article takes me there to a proud people in one of their worst times since World War II, falling back on antiquity and bringing it to the present. A tad bit longer than it should be, but still a magnificent read.
PODCASTING: “Slow Burn: The L.A. Riots”: I wrote about this incredible series earlier this year, but am plugging it again on occasion of the 30th anniversary of the riots. This, LA 92 and Official Negligence are the best-ever treatises on Saigu.
SHOUTOUT TO: Rita, who kindly donated 50 tacos to sponsor TWO full month of MailChango! “Please plug Alta Baja Market and all the other businesses on Fourth Street in Santa Ana suffering due to a stupid light-rail project.” HEAR HEAR
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