Niko’s preschool class celebrated multi-cultural day today and his teacher asked me if I could come share some things about our country with the class cause he’s one of the only non-Indian kid in his class. Hmmm I agreed to do it. I struggled with the project and what I would present cause there was just so much info that I would have to present from the country of China, Philippines, and Laos. Ok, I know I’m lame but I don’t have much historical knowledge on all these countries. I grew up in America and my parents weren’t that traditional. We had our family traditions that I didn’t think was anything special when I was growing up. The only thing I have is bits of the language. Hubby was american born and doesn’t even speak either one of his native language.
I realized that perhaps sometimes I struggle to find my authentic self because I’m not grounded in my roots. I’ve grown up in a place where external influences heavily taint my true self. I’ve masked myself with layers of social domestication because I wanted to fit in. Not too many people know where Laos is because it’s a small country and not as glamorous like Thailand. Universe is probably trying to tell me something again because this past Christmas I met an older white guy who knew more about Laos than I did. I’ve never even met anyone who even knew where this country is and then given the opportunity to speak at my kid’s classroom about my country… coincedence? These past few years, yoga has slowly helped me peel away the layers and started to reveal my true self. Sometimes I find things that I don’t like about me, but the process of finding that part of me helps me to grow and become what I know not what I can become.
I’ll add this to my bucketlist of adventures for the future to visit my homeland. In the meantime, I’ll make use of my library card.
One last note… we went to dinner at Elephant Bar again.. ordered the same salad and they forgot to add the walnuts to the walnut citrus salad again! I know times are hard, but don’t advertise candied walnuts in a candied walnuts salad if you don’t want to give it to us! I wonder how many patrons were robbed of their walnuts! I’m so glad yoga has given me the skill of awareness.