This worked perfectly well until my transition into adulthood. It started in college. I went to a small liberal arts college in southern California where surprisingly (sarcastically said) the population of Asians was a more truthful representation of the real world. We made up about 8-9% of the school population. This was where I was a true minority for the first time and where I met parents of my white friends which then resulted in an awkward hesitation and thoughts of whether to address my friends' parents with Mr. or Mrs. or the first names they advised me to use. I always ended up using Mr. and Mrs. - it just felt right. Always the obedient Chinese daughter. ...
And then one day, I met my future in-laws. When I met them, they were still technically just parents of a friend so their polite correction of Mr. and Mrs. and suggestion to use their first names was quickly dismissed. And then their son and I started dating, and the dilemma grew. Do I call them by their first name (as they requested) or Mr. and Mrs. as my mom had instructed me my entire life?! And then they became my in-laws and I just abandoned my Chinese upbringing and decided to adapt to the American way. The first few times my mom heard me use their first names, she corrected me. I tried to explain to her that they advised me to use their first names, that it wasn't simply me being rude or defiant. She didn't really get it. But as long as my husband never called her by her first name, she was fine with it. So over time, the outrage (from my mom) and fear (from me) of using the improper address faded and we both became a little more American.
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