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I write about cultural adjustment in a foreign culture and where to draw the line in this article:
I met my Chinese husband at the end of 2012. We married and had a child. Our son is Chinese and Austrian and the question of cultural adjustment has gained much more significance now.
Thinking back, it all started when daye, my father-in-law’s oldest brother and the oldest patriarch of the Chinese family I married into, wanted me to raise my glass to him to show him, the oldest living male family member of the male family line, my respect. I was the youngest person at the table and should actively raise my glass to him, so the custom.
… ponder over the question if Chinese grandparents are a good child-rearing option in this one:
Seeing plenty of Chinese grandparents accompany their grandchildren outside to play during the day, I was surprised to hear my students’ answer. Sitting across the table in my sparsely decorated green-painted office on a hot summer day in June, 20-year-old Lisha, a tall Chinese woman from Changchun wearing a blue Korean-style blouse and khaki shorts, echoed what I had heard other students say before her. She didn’t hesitate even a little when she said the grandparents were no good childrearing option. Not a single one of the more than 10 female students I asked about suitable childcare options thought having the grandparents help out was a good idea. Not a single one.
And talk about the surprise that hit me when I realised that the transition between city and countryside was a seemingly much bigger one for our son than that between country and country here:
When we take the train from Vienna to the place I grew up at in Austria’s alpine upland, passing one mountain and one tunnel after another, our son translates “tunnel” to 车库, parking garage. Certainly, that is what a “hole in the mountain” must be. In the evening, we stay at my dad’s place – an old farmhouse converted into a contemporary family home, a place that once housed our family of ten, two parents and eight kids. Upon arrival, two skinny black and white cats welcome us. “Little dogs,” my son exclaims excitedly.
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