A friend was blogging about traditions in ones family, having grown up with them, wanting to create new ones with her own family. I can’t really remember any from my own childhood. When we came to the US, I think we lost some traditions that we would have had growing up in Korea. And my parents weren’t all that good about picking up American ones. I think we finally started having a traditional Thanksgiving dinner when I learned how to cook. Then it became a tradition that I cook the dinner. Otherwise I don’t remember doing anything with the family on a regular basis. A lot of the American traditions that were adopted were adopted by me, but not really embraced by the whole family.
I can totally understand wanting traditions. The word for me evokes a sense of family, generations past, present and future. It evokes memories from the past and of fond memories to come. It makes me think of ones roots. It evokes a sense of belonging to something bigger than self.
Having been uprooted at the age of 7 from all that I knew, I have always felt a little unsettled. Although I have adapted well and I am in many ways more American than Korean, I have always felt a hole. I think I have felt a lack of family and family traditions the entire time.
This is why family is so important to me. This is why I feel my mother-in-law’s passing away so keenly and why I so desperately want to provide a sibling for Soso. Because family and tradition go together.
We have a large extended family on DH’s side, but we are not very close. One grandmother has already passed away and Soso may never have a sibling to share her childhood with. But I hope that DH and I can provide enough of fond memories filled with family traditions so that she always know where her roots are. I hope she never feels the hole I have felt.