It’s the end of another summer and time to head back to school. But, unlike all previous summers I’ve spent working at SDSU, this one was different. This time around I wasn’t on campus at all since I had a beautiful baby boy to take care of.
Our first child, Lucio, was born on May 17, the week before commencement. When you look into the face of a newborn, you don’t really know who they are or who they are going to be.
But, I knew two things that morning – my son was going to be named after his great-great-grandfather from Sicily, and he was going to be an Aztec.
You see, in my family, there’s really no other option – I was the third generation to head to Montezuma Mesa as a student, following the footsteps of my grandfather and my parents. I also had an aunt who was once a faculty member, an uncle who graduated from here and one of my cousins is currently a student. So many of my relatives know that familiar tune that ends with “Aztecs fight!” that I’m surprised I don’t hear it at family parties, too.
And did I mention that between my husband and I, we have three degrees bearing the university’s seal?
As you can see, my family really bleeds Red and Black, whether it’s following basketball and football, or my mom excitedly telling me that the then-president of her professional association was also the dean of the College of Sciences. For Lucio, it’ll be easy – he’s already got plenty of Aztec gear thanks to some on-campus colleagues and he “heard” the Aztecs run to the Sweet 16 in utero.
Regardless, I’m sure Lucio will learn about his Aztec family soon enough. But, I wonder: how long will it take him to learn the fight song?