My mom became a U.S. citizen today in a ceremony in San Jose. It's been a long time coming -- 35-40 years -- so I hope it lives up to her expectations (which don't seem very high).
There were definitely times growing up when I resented having a "foreigner" as a mother (the fact that she never baked a Betty Crocker cake seems to be the most egregious offense). But now I look back fondly on our multicultural household. And I hope to pass on certain things to my kids, such as Franglais, Asterix, Tintin, Kinder eggs and squeezing gobs of mayonnaise onto French fries. U.S. citizen or no, my mother has definitely infected her corner of the world with her Frenchness.
Anyway, congratulations Maman!