Heads of Household

          Topically when you hear the words “ head of household” you think of the “Man of the house”.

This not the case in my own home. Despite me living in a relatively traditional household, my father has never been the type of man that would stand up for his family. For as the long I can remember, my mother has been fierce defender of the family. Willing to lay down her very own life to the well being of her children. She can be best described as a saint. Her hands have the ability to soothed a broken heart and too create twenty different dishes using chicken. Over the years she's worn several different hats, she been a friend,lover,wife,mother,teacher,counselor,psychologist, religious leader, chef,cleaning lady, interior decorator, bed-side nurse, mind reader, economist, event planner, tailor, laundry specialist, personal shopper,tutor and the list goes on. To the average person this maybe prove shocking but to my beloved mother this all in a day's work. My mother is of short stature with a round shape and large chocolate brown eyes. Her ivory long hair flows all the down her low back, which she tries keep in a neat high bun. Her skin is reminiscent of the red clay of Arizona. There are days she wakes up as a complete different women. She losses her saintly-hood and becomes irritated even by the most insignificant ant crossing the kitchen counter. In contrast we have my father who once was a tall and slender man but due the years no longer looks like the photographs of his youth. His facial features now resemble that of popular “Hanna-Barbera” cartoon character “Droppy”. His head is now dotted with blades of gray hair and his pale skin has been weathered by the of the passing years.

My mother once described my father as type person that could start a conversation with every living person on earth. Now and days my father is soul bread winner of the family,since my mother health enables her to be in a regular job. My Father has supported our household financially for the past sixteen years by means of working a fast food place in the city of Camarillo (he has been working since the age of 16).Along side my mother's wit and my father income, in the year 2001 our family was able to finance our first home. As the nation's recession hit our household we realized that it would take much more than a stable income and brainpower to keep our house. Even now after 2 years of losing our home, I still see my parents as very qualified parents. I note that both of my parents complete each other acting as a Mexican verison of the “Ying-Yang” tradition. They are the embodiment of popular phrase “behind every great man there stands an even greater woman”.