Life has a way of making one realize that family is important. The traditions we learn while growing up in Burma help solidify the feelings, whether good or bad, that we have towards our relatives and other connections.
In our family, we love to talk and celebrate holidays. Sundays were fun at my parents’ home. Family members dropped in, and we all talked and laughed. We shared war stories, and then everyone went their separate ways, scattered around the world, and those Sundays no longer happened. We have memories, but face-to-face interactions have become rare.
Skype helps us stay connected, but it’s difficult to feel the togetherness we used to have in the living room and dining room. I remember Uncle B with his three fingers of rum, a sweet man who loved his drink. His Irish roots showed in his blue eyes. No one judged his drinking; acceptance was the word. In a healthy family, the arguments, love, and acceptance bring understanding of who we are. Christmas, birthdays, New Year’s, and any holiday were taken for granted in our extended family celebrations, but now we rely on Facebook to connect during holidays. But who will pass down the stories from our childhood and the family’s history to the next generation? It’s hard to do this on Facebook. My cousin asked me, “Are you my cousin?” I said yes, but did we really connect? We have some connection, but there’s still a disconnect. I don’t really know who she is beyond her Facebook identity. I could tell her so much about her great grandmother, the matriarch of the family, but there’s no space for this to happen in face-to-face conversations.
The world isn’t small enough to handle the wars, unrest, and lack of job security that often forces families to move in different directions. Sometimes, we don’t meet for years, or even ever again. Yes, we create new circles of connection with other wonderful people, but the history and stories we used to share have been lost. YouTube doesn’t capture this either. Am I suggesting we return to the home and the Sunday dinners where we would sit and talk? Or the meals where religious holidays brought our families together to socialize? Maybe, but would it work today, or would our phones keep buzzing with messages as we ate together?
Rituals made a difference in how we connected; we visited each other on holidays and weekends. Now, we shop until we drop on those long weekends and catch up on all the things we need to do. Do I really want to celebrate Easter? I have no time, and then there’s the cleanup. I just need to relax, please. Connecting can come later, much later. Let me forget about these holidays as they just mean more work.
Our mothers are no longer around, the ones who kept our holidays and our history alive. Where do we fit in this busy “I” world? Family is indeed our reference group.