My Family Culture..

Being evacuated to another country with limited belongings would be hard to do. On the other hand, if I had the choice of taking the three items with me, it would be the traditional dress my mom made me, wear an extra pant, and a hair brush. The first arrival to the destination, I am afraid and lost in thoughts because I do not know how others would feel about my culture. I would cooperate with the dominant culture until they get an understanding of my culture. If the dominant culture want nothing to do with the culture, I would keep to myself and my family.

The traditional dress my mom was made by hand and each of the colorful piece was sewn on for the decoration. (This dress and outfit is off the web, but it is similar to the one my mom sewn for me.)

This is the full traditional outfit.

The dress I would take with me

With the hard work and effort put into this dress I would not leave it behind. If for some reason my mom did not make it through the changes, I would have something that would mean more to me than a picture.

An extra pant for the road because I do not know if there would be any jobs available to work so I can buy clothes.

A hair brush is a must. I would not want my hair nappy and knotted hair.

Honestly with the insights, I have appreciated my culture and other culture more, even when I know everyone is set in their ways of living and values, but I know we all learn from each other. Working as an early childhood provider, all bias has to be set aside and open the cover like it is a new book. The funny thing was when I was a preschool teacher, all the students who were head strong and always got into trouble were the ones put in my class. Yet they never gave me the trouble they gave the other teachers.