Tuesday, July 10, 2012
The story of "My Two Lives" by Jhumpa Lahiri
I enjoyed reading this short story. Jhumpa Lahiri reminded me of myself in alot of different aspects. I too come from a different heritage and now that I am a mom it is very important to me to teach my daughters theirs. In the story she mentions the day when her parents will no longer be around and how that part of family and tradition will begin to disappear. I experienced this with the passing of my father 11 years ago. Before his death, we had alot of family gatherings weekly and the holidays were over the top. Now we simply get together out of obligation and there is always someone absent with a prior commitment. I would also agree with the story when she speaks of her appreciation of her heritage at a middle age versus her adolescent years. I believe that wisdom and appreciation come with age.
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You and I share very similar views on this story as we both come from multi- ethnic backgrounds. I too, also try to teach my kids about our heritage so that they do not forget where we came from.
ReplyDeletethe same happened with me and my family when i come to america,when my mom pass away every thing in our family is changed.we used to gathering together every holidays,we did a lot of tradition staff ,but not anymore.and yes you as we grow we got mature and appreciate more in life.
ReplyDeleteI just read your post and I can probably join the club. I left Belgium now thirteen years ago and I feel that ever since, I am progressively loosing some my mother tongue, actually I have two: German and French. I find that the only way I can keep those is my communications with my parents. I speak German with my mother and french with my father and sister. Its funny, it has always been that way, even when I was living at home. I also know that when my parents will pass, my life will change drastically. The only reason I have to go to Belgium is for them. My sister and I do not go along that well. Maybe her children will contact auntie Marion here and then, but who knows. I think that for us, loosing our parents is or will be a loss of an important part of our identity. But lets not be too pessimistic, life goes on...
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