motorcycling during our RVing days |
As my husband took me RVing across America for eight years, I noticed changes. When my dancing changed from disco and ballroom to country and rock, I took a little pause but went on. When my kitchen changed from cooking adobo, pancit and lumpia to grilling burgers and hot dogs and baking pies, I began to be alarmed. When I started to feel proud of America‘s beauty, history, and accomplishments, I questioned myself, “Was I abandoning my roots?”
I readily shift to Tagalog when I am with my country mates. Although my husband says I hardly have any accent, I still think in Tagalog and feel more at ease speaking in my native tongue. I still feel a sandwich is not a complete meal because there’s no rice and that pan de sal (bread) is only for snacks or breakfast. And, I will never erase the fact that my skin is brown and my nose is small. Neither do I want to change.
When Megan Young was crowned Miss World, I beamed with pride because the Philippines emerged as the only country that has won all five of the most coveted global beauty titles. Now people may consider me beautiful, too! When I meet Filipinos around the world who are sacrificing not being with their families to eke out dollars to send home, I readily commiserate with them. Certainly, pride for Filipino triumph and compassion for Filipino difficulties will always be my automatic impulse.
two flags at our window |
But I also am keenly aware of the differences. The Philippines is a tropical archipelago of 7,107 islands while the US is more of a vast contiguous temperate land. Plants and wildlife are different. And when I step into the wide vistas of the Great Plains, the desert landscape of the Southwest, and the glaciers of Alaska, it is a world many moons away from what I knew as a child. And I see that American systems are so much more developed. But the Philippines is only 68 years old; the US, already 238. There are time and room to grow!
oath-taking as dual citizen at Philippine Consulate ein LA |
So, on Oct.3. 2013, I went to the Philippine Consulate in LA, two years after I obtained my US citizenship. I re-pledged my loyalty to my native land and became a Filipino-American. I did not get boiled into the thick soup melting in the pot. Instead, I got included in a colorful chunky stew, contributing to the taste, but retaining enough of my own shape, color, and flavor. In this privileged perch, I see my developing homeland from the perspective of my developed country. There is no other mission for me but to help the Philippines as an American and to contribute to America as a Filipino.
PINNABLE IMAGE |
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