Since moving to Beijing and marrying my Chinese husband, it has been one adventure after another as I navigate this Chinese culture as a foreigner while also navigating the demands of a relationship. If there’s one main thing that I’ve learned to do since moving to China, it’s this: when we are in a foreign environment as opposed to our home countries, we must suspend all former perceptions of what is “normal.” http://abelardoj.com/fr-BE/belgium-be_28-04-2020
This summer, our family spent time in my home country of Canada. The air was clean and the sky was bright blue with fluffy clouds. When it does rain, the Canadian raindrops actually clean the car rather than dirty it. We enjoyed boating on the river, lots of swimming in fresh water, and precious time with my friends and family whom I miss dearly when I’m back in our home in Beijing. Our daughter, who was born in early 2012, was able to visit with her maternal grandparents who were thrilled to see her again. It was a great holiday cirque royale bruxelles.
My husband has been to Canada several times over the years, but the difference this year was the presence of my mother-in-law. On her first trip to the West, my “popo” (婆婆) bravely set off across the skies to join us for nearly a month of our summer, leaving behind her husband and arriving to a land in which she couldn’t even order a cup of coffee. Besides “hello” and “thank you,” she has no English language skills whatsoever.
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First of all, I was excited for her. I knew she had never seen my part of the world. I hoped Canada would happily surprise her. I looked forward to her exclamations about sweet corn-on-the-cob bought from the farmer directly, her marveling at the perfection of sky and nature, especially outside of the cities, and her pleasure at being introduced to new foods, new products on store shelves and new ways of living that would be shown her through the various homes in which we stayed throughout the month http://heightscpc.org/?win-online_15-05-2020&lang=en-CA.
I also was quietly grateful that she’d finally be ‘on my turf.’ I hoped that she’d finally understand what it’s like for me to live in a foreign land. I thought perhaps her journey to Canada would bring our relationship closer blackjack rules.
I admit that I worried about her trip to Canada as well. I was concerned that she’d feel powerless and irritable about the language barrier, that she’d hate the food, or that she’d complain so relentlessly, finding so much consistent fault with Western ways, that I’d fantasize about leaving her stranded on a downtown Toronto street corner while I drove away in peace http://bangour.co.uk/fr-FR/les-mondes-fantastiques_28-04-2020.
monopoly antwerpen I brushed these thoughts, away, however, and welcomed her with open arms like any good daughter-in-law, even picking her up from the airport on my own and shuttling her to a quiet retreat for a few days to get over her jet lag. My job was translator and cultural interpreter and I did my best to help her through the experience.
The first week with my MIL was, well, trying. That’s the nicest way I can think of to describe what it was like to deal with a woman who was too stubborn to admit to being jet-lagged, cantankerous about the food (or lack of food worth eating in her opinion), and extremely judgmental and quick to make assumptions about everything that constituted her first impressions of Canada. My worst fears started to come true. She made dozens of sweeping generalizations as though a week was enough time to understand all of Canadian culture, and she regularly said or did offensive things in front of friends or family without editing herself and/or without awareness.
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But, saying offensive things was unfair. I was the only one who understood both parties and I had to “fake translate” a few of her commentaries regarding situations about which she felt free to speak openly because “no one understands Chinese.” Later, when we were alone, rather than asking her to be considerate of my difficult position as cultural bridge, I maturely chose “the fear tactic” and reminded her that because of China’s rising global status, many, “MANY” people study or have studied a bit of Mandarin and perhaps some of my friends and family are among them. I chose well. She quickly reeled it in.
Behaviourly, however, my mother-in-law was just being her Chinese self. That includes things like wearing what appears to be a nightgown as her “house attire” at all times of the day, including outdoors on the patio. Or, hanging wet laundry from anything that she could find indoors and outdoors to the point where clothing has taken over the yard or the living room, much to my mother’s or friend’s confusion. Whether it’s rarely putting things in the refrigerator at night or barking orders at everyone regardless of their level of Chinese comprehension (including English-speaking waitresses), obsessing about the extreme cost of vegetables or grumbling about the absence of proper knives or woks in Western kitchens, my MIL was simply a Chinese woman in a foreign land.
Yet, while in Canada, she was the foreigner for once.
On that note, it took two solid weeks of constant reminders before she stopped calling Canadians “foreigners.” I must have reminded her 20 times that SHE was the foreigner there, while THEY were locals, common folk, average Canadians who thought all of what she was experiencing was normal. After the constant reminders finally clicked in, she began to call everyone “bendiren” or “locals”（本地人) but continued to shake her head about “their strange ways.”
My hope that her experience in Canada would bring us closer to mutual understanding was probably far too Western of me, I admit. My mother-in-law, while a strong and capable woman, is not one big on empathy—at least, not the type that is displayed or communicated, especially when it comes to daughter-in-laws. Besides, her role in Canada was as an outsider. She had not come to further understand Canadian culture or language; she was on vacation. If we ever move back to Canada and she comes to stay for long periods of time, perhaps then she will be more informed as to what it’s like to live in a country that is not your own. Until then, I am at least grateful that she has glimpsed my world.
After the first week, we found some rhythms that suited her, bought her a proper cleaver and scoured Chinatown in Toronto for the foods and spices she prefers. Her mood improved after that and I’m happy to report that I had no fantasies of street corner desertions!
A few days before her departure from Canada, I asked her if she had enjoyed her time in my country. She replied that she was anxious to get home and that Canada was far too “biezhe,” which means oppressive or suffocating (憋着) since she couldn’t speak the language to engage with others. She added that the scenery was beautiful, however. Oh, and later she admitted to something else while I was in earshot that she really did love that sweet corn-on-the-cob.
That was enough for me.
I am an anomaly. I straddle two worlds, two cultures and two languages. Most people do not live this kind of life and have no frame of reference for such a dual existence. Besides helping me cultivate more patience, seeing my mother-in-law in a non-Chinese environment for the first time helped me realize that her vacation in Canada and my residence in China are really not the same experience. She was simply a foreigner in a foreign land, temporarily.
It also made me comprehend, all the more, that the question “What is normal?” ought to be permanently replaced by the question, “What is common?”
The answer, I’ve learned, is forever dependent on the cultural arena in which the question is asked.