Playing Banana grams. Every spare moment we had we played banana grams. So much fun!Taylor, Adyen and I just returned from an intergeneration retreat for Hmong women. We spent the weekend with truly beautiful Hmong women. I learned so much about my young sisters and I am looking forward to continuing my relationships with them.
What inspired me the most was seeing my own young daughter explore her identity. Taylor lives a very “American” life as I suspect many young Hmong children do today. She has made comments to me in the past that she feels different being the only person of color in her class. We have had discussions about this topic but for fear of forcing my own thoughts, ideas and feelings on her, I have tried to guide her through these questions without imposing what I have discovered for myself in my own journey.
When my husband asked her what she learned this past weekend, she said, “I have a really good life. The generations of Hmong women who came before me had so many obstacles to overcome. My life is better because of their struggles.” I felt so proud. She did not say much this weekend. I suspect because she was unable to relate to the experiences of the generations who came before her. I do know that she listened very intently.
Taylor is only starting on her journey of self discovery of what it means to be a female in a patriarchal society, to be Hmong, to be American, and to be everything in between. I am looking forward to her journey and keeping my fingers crossed that her journey does not take as long or is as difficult as my own.
Thank you to all the retreat participants and for sharing your stories. You have made a great difference in my life and my girls.
P.S. Linda and See, Ayden misses you terribly. She can’t wait to see you again!