The fundamentals of being an eight year old child, many adults think of: carefree, vigorous, jaunty, and youthful. Not many think of an eight year old child being the only source of communication for her parents. She, being the only source to keeping her family with the American culture as she grows, while her parents are faithful to their own culture; a culture with little educational background, an agricultural lifestyle with no interest in the advancements of technology. Growing up as an Asian American was a journey full of discipline, dedication and hardships. I had parents that knew little English and had 4 children, with myself being the oldest. The Asian culture is a ‘check list’ to how that child would be able to grow up properly. I learned to speak English at the late age of 6, I learned to cook at 8, and how to take care of my growing siblings at the ripe age of 9. If the doctor, dentist, or school office would call, I was the only person they were able to talk too. Making appointments and asking questions was my immense responsibility to my family.
I learned to adjust to both the Asian culture, and the American culture and adapt to the morals and fundamentals, I used that knowledge to apply both cultures to my life. I was jealous, growing up; I knew the other children had parents that were able to help them with homework, while I was at home struggling by my lonesome. I wanted help from the teachers, from my peers but I worked hard to keep from explaining why I was not able to ask my parents for help. I hated the idea of being looked down on, or pitied. My pride got in my way studies, as for my responsibilities at home. I struggled but I always found a way to suffice in my studies, I never gave up on trying to be praised by my parents. With the existing responsibilities I already had, I was also struggling with my feelings, with achieving my parent’s approval and acceptance as their child that tries to make them happy and proud every step she makes. However, the Asian culture clouded my parent’s judgment of me, as an Asian American I adapted to the American culture more than my own heritage. My parents disapproved of the faith I had in medicine, and technology. They were spiritual, and superstitious, disapproving on my lack of caution when I would do things that would “upset” the spirits.
The Essay on Parents in child’s life
Parents are an integral part of any child’s life. They are his safe haven, his stepping stones and his personal cheerleaders. They are the people who create a person in the first place hence he/she owes their existence to them (Laura, 11). They give a child his name, his characteristics and his personality. They also give him both his negative and positive traits. So, in my opinion it is a ...
As I grew older, I matured as for I swallowed my pride and asked for help. My grades improved, and the stressed was relieved. As I matured I became grateful for the way my parents raised me. Not many children were able to take such a big role for their family as I was able too. I started accepting new ideas, and my parents slowly took interest in my matured passion and they started to accept me for surpassing them in a way that made them happy. My parents grew as I was growing. This adventure gave me new ideologies, and new point of views. It does not matter how old you are, you could always grow, mature, and adapt to new ideas. My parents now have faith in myself, as for the advancements I introduce to them, they learned to love the things I have introduced them as for I learned to love how they raised me to be and adult and take unimaginable responsibilities making me ready for adulthood. Being the child I was, I was jealous, and looked at life so unfair; I am now grateful for being able to experience such a unique childhood that my parents had given me.
