I’ve been feeling out of sorts. Ten years ago – a whole decade ago – I packed up my then eight-year-old son and a few suitcases and we shipped ourselves off to Wuhan, China. I wasn’t only the only single mother there – I was the only high school teacher parenting a child while livingContinue reading “Breathing Through Smog”
(Picture: the Aandahl family, Taiwan) By Tim Brantingham I need to do some quick housekeeping before I dive headfirst into this article. First, it might seem cruel and condescending to talk about children, even in jest, as BRATS. But rest assured in the context of military and diplomatic families this term is totally OK: itContinue reading “Third Culture Government Kids: BRATS, Both Military and Diplomatic”
Missionary kids are characterized by these two loyalties: a love of parents and loyalty to their work; a love of playmates and loyalty to their streets.
TCKs from non-Euro-American backgrounds in many ways have a double helping of TCK grief. There was the grief of being on the outside while in school, and then the grief of moving on to another culture, maybe the home culture, and not fitting in there either.
This “home” is the place you have been looking to for many years; it is where you are supposed to belong to; it was pasted on your class poster for 12 years. But now that you have arrived “home” why does it feel more foreign than the foreign place you just left?
Tim is a Taiwan-born American, a tall white guy whose Chinese is impeccable. A Third-Cuture Kid, Sandwich Kid and Sandwich Parent.
Their mutual emotional home will be this third culture, and that culture will be based on the shared experiences (some wonderful, some painful) of living in and around different cultures–and it doesn’t matter much which cultures.