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Showing posts with label Children and Travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Children and Travel. Show all posts

Monday, February 4, 2013

Raising Global Citizens: Our Hopes and Hardships

By:  eternitysojourner


After drifting asleep in the car, my daughter woke up sleepy-eyed in Muscat.  Not sure where we were, she asked “Suwayq?” “No, sweetie, we’re going to Suwayq on Monday.”  “Ma-wocco?”  “No, we’re not going to Morocco today but maybe later”.  At two, she can’t quite understand what ‘next month’ or ‘next year’ means.  She does not yet realize the reality of how far or near places are but as I flip through the pages of her worn little passport, I wonder at want point will she begin to realize how blessed she is to see many places that most have only dreamed of.

While parenting is an adventure in itself, parenting abroad is like an adventure on wheels.  What or where ‘home’ is is a blurry concept and it takes a strong family bond to ride out the constant waves of transition.  As parents raising young children abroad, we’re sometimes branded as ‘selfish’ for torturing our own parents, forcing them to travel long distances to see their grandchildren in between annual summer visits.  Some brand us as ‘opulent’ for actually traveling to learn about new countries as opposed to picking up books and Hollywood movies in their place.  Some consider us down-right crazy and irresponsible for taking our children to developing countries where ‘all those poor and diseased people live.’  In the fraternity of families abroad you find a variety of folks who may be all or nothing of what others assume but in my circle of fellow parents, we seem to have common aspirations and frustrations with our life abroad.

The advantages of a childhood abroad can be tangible and appealing.  Young children can learn about cultures, languages, and world history in the context of where they live, as opposed to textbooks and tutors.  Authentic connections can be made with others before learned biases set in and make color, race, and religion points of difference.  Traveling matures children and gives ample opportunity to learn flexibility, adaptability, and agility in the face of life’s unexpected surprises.  Many of us find a better quality of life abroad and actually spend more time with each other, cultivating a home life and a vivid montage of memories for our families to savor for years to come.

One sacrifice that seems to hit us all pretty hard is the distance from our extended family.  Virtual grandparenting is challenging.  Children grow in leaps and bounds from summer to summer and no time is enough time every single vacation.  The luxury of sending children to Grandma and Grandpa for the weekend or even a night is forfeited in place of finding trustworthy babysitters and friends or simply opting for a night in as opposed to a night out for a date.  Depending on where you reside, you may not always find common principles and practices in parenting.  Varied notions of discipline, different styles and standards of education, and the role of children in society may not agree with your understanding and experience.  Even at the playground or in the neighborhood, if your child looks unlike their peers or don’t share the same language, making friends and finding playmates may be a hurdle too.

In coping with all of the challenges it entails, many families abroad have to seek out strategies to keep the wheels of our life abroad churning.  Some set up social groups or clubs for expat families to find a familiar haven when you need a break from being the foreigner.  Some rely on media tools like Skype, Whatsapp, and Viber to stay in touch with loved ones back home.  Some fly relatives over for visits to make the time abroad shrink just a bit.  Between care packages, video chatting, and fellowship around familiar foods, we make it through.  Sometimes other expats become stand-in family members while we’re abroad.  Just last month, our family along with two other American families met up in Abu Dhabi.  The long drive and border drama were not beyond the lengths we would go to be a family for each other.  We go out of our way to help each other and bolster one another on this journey.

 
As true as the etymology itself, there is no ‘utopia.’  Every place and circumstance has its benefits and challenges.  Life ain’t all rosy abroad but neither is it back home.  An economic downturn, rising costs of living, and mass shootings are enough to make our countries feel less homely and inviting.  Out of all our relatives, we own the least but financially have the most because we are debt-free.  Some of our dreamy goals and idealistic values are better actualized on the other side of the planet, making the sacrifices worthwhile not only for ourselves but also for our children.  Whether at home or abroad, our hope is that the compassionate, peace-loving, globally-minded citizens we raise today will become the pioneers of a better world tomorrow.

Being able to choose a life abroad is a gift which helps us, humbles us, and sometimes hurt us, but it is not in vain.  While my daughter may not have roots in any particular land just yet, it’s more important that she has wings. Allegiance to any one place shouldn’t prevent her from trying life elsewhere because who knows- she just mind find happiness, peace of mind, and security on the other end of a plane ride.
 
Photo credit:  Labinsky

Monday, July 9, 2012

Travel, Education and Black American Children: Concerns of Two Parents on the Move

by Rukiya McNair


Lately, I’ve found myself in a predicament of sorts. You see, being a lover of travel and adventurer... whilst being a mommy of two toddlers does not always go hand-in-hand.  True, my children loved Washington D.C., St. Croix and they also love their home here in Puerto Rico.  As my husband and I contemplate our next move to such places as Jamaica, Bahrain, Indonesia, or even the United States, we also have to take into account the two little people who are on this journey with us. Our daughter will be ready for school soon and it is imperative to us that she receives, what we deem, the best education.  Prior to coming to Puerto Rico I was set on sending her to an international school, preferably abroad. We do however, love it here in Puerto Rico and have contemplated staying on several occasions.

"Remember, this is Puerto Rico, USA"

We’ve been looking into schools here, which to be honest, aren’t the best… we were, however, pointed to a “great” school that isn’t far from where we are living. So, hearing about how wonderful this school is from several people I eventually decided to check it out…on the internet.  What I found was both interesting and disappointing. I logged on to website; it looked pretty good at first…until I decided to take a look at the photos. Sigh. What I saw next was probably the epitome of ignorant American culture (as a Puerto Rican friend of mine always says, "Remember, this is Puerto Rico, USA”)…children at their school’s annual “Harvest Fest” dressed up as “Indians” eating all the “traditional” Thanksgiving fixings. It is this very reason why people don’t like America- the blatant disrespect for people’s cultures.  I won’t even get into what is wrong with the traditional story of “Thanksgiving” that was probably taught as well.  The thought of sending my children to a school where they are taught to be ignorant of people’s cultures, including their own, is something that I cannot let happen. 

All of this got me thinking about the fact that my children are Black Americans and how they need to know their own history before they can (mis)understand someone else’s. So, if I do send them to an international school abroad would they be missing out on a formal education they could get at an African-Centered public , grassroots or charter school? In a neighborhood and surroundings that not only reflect others but themselves as well.  Of course, they will learn from my husband and I, but is it not important for them, particularly at a young age, to be immersed in their own culture?  Right now, I’m thinking that putting the children in elementary school in the United States where they can get the education that we, as parents, feel is appropriate, then moving them abroad. I mean, everyone knows that the foundation is the most important part of a stable home…right?

So, why do I still find myself doubting this idea?

Maybe if my own school experience wasn’t so traumatizing this situation would be a bit easier. I went to (and grew up in) a predominately white school district.  I’ve been called the “N-word,” dealt with ignorance from the ridiculously infamous “Can I touch your hair?” to “Hey Rukiya, what is that Bloods and Crips thing about anyways?”  Yes. It’s true. And I made through without catching a case (to my white readers-“catching a case” means “going to jail” in this particular situation it means, “punching you in the face and having the police called ….then going to jail”). I mean, hey, I actually turned out pretty good.


So, exactly how important is a formal education without parents who instill in you who you are (as mine did) from the very beginning? The conclusion I have come to is that it doesn’t matter as much where we send the children to school so long as we uphold our parental and human responsibility to educate our children ourselves. To explain to them what really went down on “Thanksgiving,” why they and their hair is beautiful (and to sucker punch anyone who touches it or them without their expressed permission- ok…maybe not), why their history is part of American history regardless of how much of it is swept under the rug, and why their history is part of the world’s history.