My Mother At My Father

My mother met my father in Mexicali, Baja California, Mexico after five of years of dating they finally got married at time my mother Leticia was 19 years old, and my father Alberto was 21 years old. My mother told me that right after they got married they wanted to have children they try to conceive one baby, but it was really difficult because my mother had an ovarian cyst, and becoming pregnant was hard for her. After 3 years she finally got pregnant, my mother told me that when she told my father he was so happy that he told all my relatives that my mother was pregnant without caring about my mother opinion.
The first thing that I would like to point out is that I was a planned child and as my mom says “I was one the biggest bless for them.” Now, I will talk a little bit about my infancy and toddlerhood, I was born on June 29th, 1993 and my parents decide to name me as Karen Castaneda. My mother told me that the first time I walked unassisted we were at my grandparents’ house I was 1 year old and a week when this happened, on the other hand, I also learn to say “moma” and “papa” at the age of 8 moths, pretty smart baby isn’t? My mother states that my first word was “moma” I just think that she wanted to hear that word first. One of the things that my mother reminds about my temperament is that I was very sensitive and since I was the first daughter, I became a spoiled child, which was really bad at the end because if I was not able to get something that I wanted I used to cry and do all that bad stuff that kids do I was “berrinchuda” (bad-tempered).
According to Baumrind’s the way that my parents raised me was in the authoritative style of parenting, I was actually just raised by my mother because my father was never there...

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...er name was Karla she was also born on June just different day, our friendships were the same so that was not a problem for both of us. I remember that day as one of the most beautiful day I remembered that my mother let me do my nails for the first time and also she let me use make up, I was very excited and everything turn out to be ok, except for one thing that I was not expecting any of our fathers were able to go to our party. At that time my dad was mad to me so we did not talk to each other but I invited him and told him that I wanted him to be there, but he decided not to go which was really sad for me.
I know that my father has not been there when I need him and that is why I love my mother so much, because she will do whatever she has to do to make me happy and she also supported me and I can say that his had made me to appreciate her more than everything.