It happened. Actually, I think it happened a while back and I didn’t notice until just recently. Where do I begin?!?!…
Once you live somewhere for an extended period of time, you begin to pick up little habits and quirks. You don’t notice but your friends and family from “back home” do and they will tease you about it. My “uh” became “eh”. “Let’s take a picture” becomes “Let’s make a photo” and funnily enough.. even your sneezes change.. ‘achoo” is now “etciu”.
I then became reacquainted with my kitchen skills. When I moved here 6 years ago, I had to learn how to cook again. I was used to the American/Mexican style cooking and the easy convience of cake mixes and frosting. I was not at all used to fresh produce and making your own baby food. My Racheal Ray cook books collected dust while my suocera napolitana became my teacher. My Better Homes and Garden cookbook is falling apart since I now search for my cornbread recipe to make the stuffing for Thanksgiving dinner. Homemade baby food? HA! “e’ facile!” (the suocera’s answer for everything)
Little did I know that ever day I would slowly become an Italian mamma. Going to the market almost daily and only going to the same booths I learned that relationships are formed with complete strangers. I see the same people on the streets, playground, school and i feel like I know them yet I don’t know their names. Somehow I’ve become friends with my neighborhood Pharmacist, hair dresser and the SDA courier man… just like many Italian ladies.
This past year has definitely been the year to seal the deal. I received my Italian citizenship in February 2014. The rules of the house have changed. I must speak Italian to my husband on Sundays. If I don’t, I owe him a Crostata which according to him are easy to make because.. “Mamma used to make one every Sunday and she had 2 kids.” Well…. this mamma has 3 so.. you’ll get your Crostata when I have time. (he’s still waiting! )- Of course this is all in fun but truth be told, I’m technically an Italian so therefore I should be able to make fruit salad, a crostata, 3 course meal and keep my kitchen spotless.. all while taking my girls to the playground and looking fierce in my outfit and heels! (hello 1950’s!)
So while I do acknowledge all of the above has slowly changed me to become more Italian, perhaps the biggest, baddest incident to have happen is what makes me cry.
I, Sonia aka A Texas mom in Torino, have been found GUILTY of making my girls put on a jacket/hoodie in late MAY.
IT’S FREAKIN’ MAY.. and I would put the girls’ jackets under the stroller “just in case” it got breezy and they needed them. What the heck happened to me!! I am a Texan.. we wear shorts in February! We DO NOT WEAR JACKETS IN MAY! The fact that I am now one of “those crazy Italian moms” scares me a lot. I would make fun of those ladies. Just a few months ago, when the weather started to change from Winter to Spring. We’d go to the playground and while all the little children were bundled in hats/scarves, my girls just had their coats and that’s it. Now all of a sudden.. “Oh.. are you a little cold from that teeny tiny breeze? Here.. put a hoodie on.” Consider me a “real” Italian mamma now.
Someone bring me a Dr.Pepper… stat!
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