Mama loves Mambo

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Saint Patrick’s Day in Washington DC. I couldn’t stop listening to this guy and his bag piping friend

Music is constantly running through my head.  Almost every morning, I wake to a song going through my head.  Turn on the radio and depending on the song, it will transport me to a particular moment in time-in an instant.  I may not have heard the song in 25 years, and somehow my brain remembers all the words as if it were yesterday.   I joke with my husband, that if I could empty my brain of ALL the lyrics that are taking up space, my brain would probably work much more efficiently!

While growing up, our house always had music going through it.  Between the kids and my mom, someone was listening to music, and loudly.  My older sister, Ann, has had the biggest influence on my musical taste.  She is 6 years older than me and, for some strange reason, always included me in her teenage world.  One of my earliest musical memories was of my sister and me in the kitchen at my grandmother’s house.  My sister had a small, portable turntable, with a microphone attached to it-the predecessor to the modern karaoke machine.  The Jackson 5 was the band of the time and we had many 45s of their music.  We would put their music on and SING….”ABC is easy as 123.”

After the Jackson 5, came the John Denver phase, the Grateful Dead phase, the Genesis phase….you get the picture.  Let us not forget the Beatles-they were always represented in our house, along with the other ‘phases’.

At the same time that I was being influenced by my sister’s musical tastes, I was also developing a taste of my own.  By 8 or 9, I knew all the words to many Who or Grateful Dead songs, along with the words to the latest Donna Summers, Earth Wind and Fire, and Kool and the Gang songs or any of the pop songs of the day.  (Yes, I was a 70’s/80’s child)

At age 10, my sister took me to my first concert.  It was a weekend long event, with many bands playing-The Doobie Brothers, Marshall Tucker Band, Pure Prairie League, and others.  To this day, every time I hear the song “Amy”, by Pure Prairie League, I am instantly transported back in time.

When traveling, one of my favorite things is learning about the music of the area or country in which I find myself.  Thinking about it now, I can still remember the words to my favorite Arabic songs from my time in Tunisia.  This was one of my favorites…..

My family and I just returned from a 4 day trip to New Orleans…music heaven; that is for another post on another day.

Always curious….What connections do you have to music?

 

 

Papa Loves Mambo

An Aging Parent

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I have been thinking about our aging population a lot recently.  As life moves on, our parents are getting older.  In the United States, we are so driven by independence and success (whatever that means to you) that we don’t stop to think about this segment of the population, until we are forced to.  We often live far from our extended family.  As a result, we aren’t able to easily take care of our family members as they need it.elderly-people-crossing

The choices we are given are not ideal, to say the least.  In my family’s case, my father is single and at a place where he needs more and more help every day.  Luckily for him and the rest of the family, my sister lives near by.  However, this has been a struggle.  My father doesn’t see that he is getting more dependent on others and has resisted any outside help.  And, understandably, my sister wants to be his daughter, not his 24 hour caregiver.  Our family is not set up to have my father live with one of us, and, frankly, he doesn’t want to.  So what are our choices?  He can stay home and hire a caregiver, or move into an assisted living complex.  All of his options involve spending a lot of money.  Many Americans struggle with these options, as they are not financially able to cover the costs.

And the medical care costs?  I haven’t mentioned those costs.  Thankfully, my father is financially sound and can afford the medical care he needs.  Many are not.  Many of our elderly have to make difficult decisions concerning their pharmaceuticals and medical care because they don’t have the means to cover all the costs.

In many countries, families live with or near each other, as an extended family unit.  When the older generation begins to need more help, the expectations are such that the younger generation is there, waiting to give the help that is needed.

As a child, there is nothing really to prepare you for taking care of a parent. In the United States, people tend to distance themselves from this topic, and don’t have many examples or cultural norms to guide them through this phase of life.

Follow the links for further readings on the topic:

Housing problems and options for the elderly

Aging America

The Elderly across the Globe.

 

 

The Twists and Turns of Parenting 101

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Photo  I have had something on my mind a lot recently.  That something is my children.  (There are many changes occurring in my house concerning my children; I will get to that later.)  I actually have had them on mind more than just recently; it is an every moment of the day occurrence;  those of you reading this, who have children, will completely understand.  I have learned many things throughout this 20 year parenting experience.  I have learned that nothing is constant; you and your children will change.  I have learned to be more patient.  I have learned that my children are not me; they are independent people who are making and will make their own choices in life.  On the tail of that last sentence, I have learned to let go of some things. (There are many many more things I have learned, but I can’t list them all here.)  Lastly, from my experiences living overseas and teaching students from all over the world, I have learned that parenting varies from person to person and culture to culture.

1462616_10205349718293234_9112924025198003899_oOne of the qualities that people from the United States value is independence.  (I will include myself in this description, as I am from the United States.) Beyond the regular schedule and demand of school, many parents in this country are very busy planning play dates for their children, scheduling extra curricular activities (sports, music, dance, etc), and quite simply keeping their children’s days full.  In a nutshell, the idea being that the more experiences you have,  the more well-rounded you are, the more successful you will be in your future.  We hope this all leads to independence and more.

In the United States, a person is considered an adult at age 18.  What does that mean?  An adult can vote in the elections.  An adult can choose to enter the military.  An adult can go to jail/prison for any crimes committed.  An adult has the right to complete privacy concerning their medical, financial, and other personal records.   An adult doesn’t have to listen to their parents anymore……well, not completely true.

Where am I going with this?  An adult can move out of the house.  Let me elaborate here.  In the United States, we keep our children close until they graduate from high school.  Then, somehow the expectations change.  We expect them to leave the nest soon after graduation.  One family’s definition of soon and another family’s definition may be quite different.  There are some that expect their children to move out of the family home immediately, following high school graduation, or pay rent.  And there are others that expect their children to move out when they finish university or get a full-time job.

Now, what makes this even more interesting to me, is that it is not unusual for our children to move far away.  For example, it is not uncommon for a young person to move across the country to attend a university or for a job opportunity.  Personally, as a parent, it feels that if my child has the strength and independence to fly and fly far (if they so choose), I have done my job.  I have helped create a person who is strong, self-assured, and independent.  Now, how is this viewed in other countries?  This is incomprehensible to many people around the world.  Why would we want our children to move from our home?  We must love our children less.  We don’t love our children any less; we just have different expectations for their future.

Now, onto my children, in particular.  In the beginning of this post, I stated that we are in the midst of some big changes occurring in our house.

30126_1429040736818_3363793_nI am the mother of two children.  My son (Daniel) is 20 and my daughter (Sophia) is a few months shy of 12.  Like most parents, when my children were born, I felt that no one could possibly understand the love that I felt (and still feel) for my children.  I remember describing it to my friends who didn’t have children yet.  It is a like a love affair; you love them from the moment of birth (and before), and it just intensifies once their personalities develop.

I have struggled with the adjustment of every phase my children go through, especially my son’s.  I remember when my son was about 2 years old.  I wasn’t sure if I was going to have any more children and I mourned the thought that he may be my only.  On numerous occasions, I would get his little sleeping body out of his bed and just sit and hold him on the couch, and watch him sleep.  I was also mourning the thought that he would never be my little baby again.  Of course, I knew then and know now that he will always be my son, but I mourned the loss of the old stage and wasn’t able to quickly embrace the new stage.

So now, here I am getting ready for my son to launch into another new phase.  Until this point, he has been living at home and attending the local junior college.  He has applied to many universities, all in the same state, and we are waiting; waiting to see where he goes next in his life.  I am so excited for him and proud of him, and I can’t wait to see where life takes him.  At the same time, I am sad.  My little boy has become a man who is making his own life choices.

Being the second child, my experience with my daughter has been completely different.  For one, she is my second.  So, all the scary new things as a first time parent aren’t so scary this time around.  She was also born incredibly independent.  And lastly, my experience as a parent has changed the way I view her stages of life.  I am looking forward to the new.  Through the experiences I have had with my son, I am excited for her.  It has been so fun watching him and I have learned to embrace the new and let go of the old.  I still have the memories, but I am looking forward.

My daughter is in 6th grade.  Recently her class visited the junior high school that she will attend next year.  There is no sadness in me about this.  I am so incredibly excited for her new adventure.  She is a very strong, intelligent young girl and I know that she will have fun and do well on her new path.

So there you have it, the twists and turns of parenting.  The letting go of the old and embracing the new; one child going off to college and one child starting junior high school.  The cultural expectations; my son is ready to fly.  The personal experiences; a daughter and a son who are 8 years apart and completely different people.  The realization that my way isn’t the only way; there is a whole world out there parenting every day, in different ways.

For those of you interested in reading more on the topic of parenting and varying cultural perspectives and practices:

Motherhood around the World

Global Parenting Habits From Around the World

 

 

 

 

 

My Dogs

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As I said in my first post, I teach English as a Second Language. Specifically, I teach students from all over the world. Most of my students have the goal to study at a university somewhere in the United States.

One of my favorite things about my job is the big and little cultural exchanges that happen everyday in the classroom. These exchanges happen between me and the students, and between students from different countries. It feels like a micro United Nations at times.

With that being said, my job is also to impart my culture to my students-to help them succeed in both the academic and social world of the United States.

So how does the topic of my dogs come into the story here, you ask? In my grammar class.

In the beginning of every grammar class, we review the simple present tense, including pronouns (I, you, he/she/it, we, and they). We go through each pronoun and practice the usage.  We get to “it” and I usually use an example like table or chair.  See where this is going?

We, Americans, have a special love affair with our pets; there are other cultures in the world that view pet ownership in the same way.  Our pets are not “it”, but “he” or “she”.  I think that any pet owner reading this would agree; if someone refers to your beloved pet as “it”, you may be mildly insulted.  This is where my cultural awareness teaching comes in.  I always use my dogs as an example here.  By the end of the class, my students are very familiar with my “he” and “she” dog.

Cozmo is the lighter of the two dogs.  He is the dog that views every person or dog as a potential best friend.  His favorite place to be is in the park, pretending to roam the savannah like a lion.  Layla, on the other hand, is a little shy.  She doesn’t really like to meet new people or dogs.  She is quite content with her pack of humans and Cozmo.