Today is Canadian Multiculturalism Day. As an immigrant mother living in Canada, this day is important to me. Growing up in a bicultural environment, my own identity is a blend of cultures and experiences that have defined the way that I think, the way I see the world, the things I find important. Today, I have the responsibility to raise my children, and this topic is important and very relevant to me, to many of us.
The conversation of culture in motherhood is not a new topic. As a mother, perhaps I am more aware of it now, but it’s been around for a long time. I think back to the moments my grandparents told me stories, that their grandparents told them. Every funny anecdote was unconsciously forming and becoming part of my cultural make up. These anecdotes continued throughout my childhood. From stories of my Dad’s innocent mischievousness at school, to how the children respected their teachers, authority and elders. From songs my mother taught me to harmonize to, and realizing that the lyrics, the story within the melody, are what I remember the most.
It seems to come down to the power of storytelling as the way I understood and learned about my culture. It’s a way in which many of us have. Within storytelling, it also meant reunion, time together, laughs, and celebration. In a world where so much culture is being told through advertising companies, social media and other voices, I think it’s especially important I practice a strong narrative in my home and in my parenting.
I attended an event last week which screened the documentary film “Embrace” by Taryn Brumfitt’s, a body image activist. The movie explored the current culture of body image, and one of the lines in the movie that stuck with me, was one from a mother. She said she was constantly doing “damage control” when it came to what her daughter understood as important or not, when it came to her body image. I relate to this when it comes to teaching my children about culture. I want my stories, my voice, to be what my children hear the loudest. To be what grounds them morally and in their values. I want them to know their mother’s language so that they are able to sing the songs that I sang as a child, so they can read books and poetry that I read growing up, and to read it in the language it was written in. I want them to know how to make Ají de Gallina and Papa Rellena, and to proudly take that to their “Bring a Traditional Dish” to school/work day.
So how do I make sure my children hear my voice as what grounds them? It really comes down to how I spend my time with them. The pace in which the world moves today makes it feel like we are on a constant battle of catching up. We are in a hurry to get nowhere, fast. Isn’t that ironic? I am slowing down, and creating moment and anecdotes with my children. Through play, through exploration, we are creating the stories and experiences that start to shape who they become, the same stories they will be telling their children, and their children. The art of storytelling in culture, in my form of being their mother, staying alive.
It sounds like a lot of things I want for my children, who doesn’t? I admit that I worry sometimes I won’t be successful in teaching them and passing on all I want to. Thankfully, I am not alone. The narrative of culture isn’t just from one voice. They say it takes a village to raise a child, and it does. It’s important that my children hear stories from their grandparents, their uncles and aunts, friends, the family outside of just their mother and father.
Today, I become more aware to continue telling my children stories, to continue teaching them about their culture in the little moments of the day. When we’re out for walks, when we make art together, when we play, when we sing songs, when we cuddle on the couch, when we read books, when we get dirty, when we eat yummy foods. Today, I am also grateful that we live in country that embraces all this diversity, and that it will allow my children to proudly be who they are. Thank you, Canada.