Conversation with my 4 years old niece
Me: What are you cooking?
Niece: I’m a princess.
Me: Oh I see.
Niece: I’m a princess so I don’t cook. (in a very firm tone)
Niece points to a slightly older boy who was playing with her.
Niece: He’s a King.
Boy: ….
Niece: He’s a King so he cooks for the princess.
Boy: ?????
hehehehehe! Now who says children aren’t smart.
It has been almost a year since my last entry. I guess many would have known the reason for my absence. Yes, it’s due to the arrival of HRH above.
It has been one huge, fast learning curve, on-the-job training. And there’s more to come. For the rest of my life, I will be learning how to be a good mother. The thought itself is scary. Guess best not to think about it too much and just take things as they come. Actually, I don’t really have enough time to think too much. I’m racing against time all the time.
Really wish I have 三头六臂 (3 heads and 6 arms).
Of course, winning the lottery would be just as good coz then I won’t have to work. haha!
Last weekend, the writer of the regular Sunday column, ‘Hubby Tubby’ in The New Paper was writing about cross cultural marriages. Like me, she had married an ‘ang mo’- an Englishman. She was asked if there was any cultural differences (ie, difficulties) in her marriages. It got me thinking….did I ever have any cultural differences with my hubby?
I thought long and hard about it and like her, I honestly can’t think of any. What we do have are individual differences. Of course, I can’t discount the fact that these individual differences could be due to cultural differences. Afterall, we are who we are because of the way we were brought up. But they are no different from a normal couple from the same race/ culture.
So he prefers proper English tea to the regular ‘tei’ in the coffeeshop. And I’m not too keen on soup and crackers for lunch. He can’t really bring himself to call my father ‘dad’. I find it impossible (not to say totally rude) to call his dad by his name. They are not major issues.
What keeps a relationship going, in any relationship, whether is is an inter-racial one or not, is an open mind and an open heart. Plus the ability to know when to shut up and just listen. ^^
However, there is one thing that I’ve picked up from hubby (as part of the cultural difference), it’s saying these four phrases often in our everyday life:
Please
Sorry
Thank you
I love you
Just because he’s my husband and we’ve each other for 10 years does not mean I have to be rude to him.
If I can say ‘please’ to the hawker when I’m ordering that plate of char kway teow, then all the more I should say ‘please’ when I ask him to do something for me.
If I can say ‘sorry’ to a stranger for blocking his way, then all the more I should say ‘sorry’ when I make him wait for me.
If I can say ‘thank you’ to my friends, then all the more I should say ‘thank you’ to the person who’s done so much for me.
And as for the 3 words, ‘I Love You’. Well…I don’t only love him on birthdays, Christmas and Valentine’s Day, so why should I limit myself to saying those words only on those occassions?
In this aspect, I do believe that the Westerners are on the whole, better in this. Asians will generally feel that there is no need to say them out loud. We think it’s enough to let our actions show if we’re grateful or sorry.
Luh Luh wrote about ‘expressing gratitude’ recently on her blog. The Chinese is normally incapable at expressing gratitude. Actually, I think it’s not just the Chinese who are bad at expressing themselves, but Asians in general.
As the Chinese saying goes- 礼多人不怪。(Nobody will mind if you are more polite than usual). But often, we think this phrase only apply to the friends, strangers but not family.
Perhaps if we are a little less reserved.
Perhaps if we start with family first.
