Mexican Vocabulary Analysis
As I was unable to locate a Mexican event, I opted for the next best thing and this was to go to a local market in South Phoenix knows as Los Altos Ranch Market also known as a Mercado. Watching from a distance, one can observed families interacting with each other enjoying breakfast which consisted of menudo, chorizo, carne asade and sharing stories of this week’s activities. Some words used were “Que suave, Que si no, Tienes feria and No hay pedo. When translated they are completely confusing and do not make sense however there are many different meanings in the Mexican vocabulary for one word. One needs to listen to the tone, expression and gestures this individual is using to understand what is being said. As a Mexican-American, my family is familiar with many of these different phrases or idioms spoken. For example, “No hay pedo” can either mean this person did not pass gas or that there is not a problem or issue. Listening to what is spoken prior and afterwards is essential in getting the full picture of the conversation.
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K., Crouter, A. C., Updegraff, K. A., & McHale, S. M. (2011). In my observation, mothers’ disciplined their daughters and sons in the same manner where as the father is stricter with the sons than he is with his daughters. Growing up, I remember my mother telling us “just wait until your dad gets home” and then when he did arrive home he would sit us down and talk with us about the problem. The possibility of the time children spend with their mother is why she is considered many times, in charge of raising the children. The culture and identity in started with her with terms of endearment when one is born, words of encouragement when the times are tough. Many times growing up, I never knew that we were poor because our parents shielded this from their children. It is until this day, that the lessons they taught my siblings and myself are deeply embedded in my
K., Crouter, A. C., Updegraff, K. A., & McHale, S. M. (2011). In my observation, mothers’ disciplined their daughters and sons in the same manner where as the father is stricter with the sons than he is with his daughters. Growing up, I remember my mother telling us “just wait until your dad gets home” and then when he did arrive home he would sit us down and talk with us about the problem. The possibility of the time children spend with their mother is why she is considered many times, in charge of raising the children. The culture and identity in started with her with terms of endearment when one is born, words of encouragement when the times are tough. Many times growing up, I never knew that we were poor because our parents shielded this from their children. It is until this day, that the lessons they taught my siblings and myself are deeply embedded in my