Yep. This is literally my perspective. All day every day.
What is even going on in this picture? Pieces of a sandwich on the tray and on the floor, and some roasted seaweed snack (that’s the Chinese part of us) scattered under the table. This is my reality. And on this blog, I’ve chosen to write about reality. Because reality is far more funny than anything I could possibly make up.
The background of our little kingdom is that both my husband and I married into another kingdom. I was, of course, the queen of one people, and he was the king of another people: my people being white Cajun/Texans and his people being Taiwanese/Chinese. So there it is. We married to unite the kingdoms and bring world peace and beautiful babies into existence. Mostly, we married to make comedy gold.
Cultural differences have required a few serious discussions on both of our parts and understanding, but mostly we get to laugh about the differences. Like the first time he took me into a Chinese market and I saw a giant fish tank in the back and bunch of produce with names I couldn’t begin to pronounce. Just FYI, I actually now eat all of those vegetables and think they’re delicious. Sometimes, when Dave’s out late, I just stir-fry a big batch of bok choy and that’s my entire dinner.
Dave and I CHOSE to be with each other and see the beauty in each other, so we don’t sit around and think, “Gosh, she/he looks so different from me.” But we DO look different. And to the outside world, we look very different. I have light skin and blue eyes. Dave is dark with dark hair and Asian eyes. From a human genome perspective, it matters so very little. But from a cultural perspective, there are huge implications.
To be continued… check back soon for the rest of the story