“A Clash of Cultures”(Kingston’s Short Story #5 [Age 13])

"A Clash of Cultures"(Kingston's Short Story #5 [Age 13])

About Kingston’s Short Stories: In this series, I’ll be sharing one story from every year of my life. The stories may at times seem mundane, but its these day to day occurrences that define us. A lesson is then pulled from each story.


Son of Immigrants

Growing up as a 2nd generation Chinese American, it was a classic tale of immigrant parents with American born children The parents wanted to preserve the culture with language being a big factor while the kids were Americanized and resistant to varying degrees.

I was not resistant per se I took up kung fu for 7 years of my childhood as an example I just was never a gifted language learner. So I remember when I was 13 in the 8th grade I was in my room doing my homework when my mom came in and told me to stop playing for a minute because she needed help with something.

Language Barrier

I got really irked by this comment because I was doing my homework, not playing. I tried to rebut this injustice using Cantonese (language I use to talk with my mom) but wasn’t able to find the right words. She said some words back and things started getting heated. There was a language barrier between me and my mother.

I got frustrated and started raising my voice and eventually threw a tantrum. My mom said I needed a timeout and gave me the traditional Chinese punishment of kneeling in front of portraits of my ancestors to ask for forgiveness. I stewed on the injustice of it all for however many hours I had to kneel. Besides the tantrum I felt wronged and this was one of many instances that stemmed from the language barrier.

You know there’s a saying that the more you understand, the less you forgive. As a young man of 24, I still feel too immature to discuss this on a personal level publicly.

I will say that as I’ve gotten older and I remember these injustices, my demeanor has shifted from the anger I initially felt when I was wronged, to coolness. I still love my mother, out of a son’s responsibility for his mother and out of duty. That relationship is changing as I continue growing into my manhood.

Legacy

Just as you don’t forget how to walk, you don’t forget these childhood memories. As you grow older, your position in those childhood memories begin to shift. You become less and less of the child in the memories as you gradually shift into being the adult.

The ball is on your side of the court, you shape the childhood memory of the next generation. Question then becomes, how do you want to be remembered?


Previous Posts:

“A Run for Cash” (Kingston’s Short Story #1 [Age 9])

“Roots Lined With Gray” (Kingston’s Short Story #2 [Age 10])

“By The Stats: Lighting Don’t Strike Twice”(Kingston’s Short Story #3 [Age 11])

“The World’s No Mind Reader”(Kingston’s Short Story #4 [Age 12])


11 thoughts on ““A Clash of Cultures”(Kingston’s Short Story #5 [Age 13])

  1. I can only imagine the anger you felt when you were doing your homework and your mom asked you to stop playing! Child parent relationships continue to be a great learning forumn as we heal old wounds. Thanks for sharing!

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  2. I can only imagine how angry you must have been as a young man when your mom said you were playing when you were doing your homework.
    Oh for the times we wish we could take back words. I love that you are continuing to grow and appreciate each other and heal from past wounds.

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