At our staff meeting this week Nunu was talking about the
importance of our staff eating with the children. More than just eating with
them but talking to them and getting all involved.
He brought up the first time he came to the States and
talked about how open I was in talking to my parents. Nunu actually wondered
was I being disrespectful, because this was my father and not my friend. He
couldn’t believe how casually I was talking. In case you were wondering I was
not being disrespectful, I was just having what I would call a normal
conversation.
At least it was normal for me. But keep in mind normal is a
product of the environment in which you grew up. I grew up in a house where
everyone ate dinner together at the table. Sure there were exceptions but if
you were in the house and wanted dinner, you came to the table, we said grave
and talked while we ate.
This was a first for Nunu. In my mind Nunu loves talking to
his peers, but not so much older folks. But I’ve learned that it’s not that he
has a problem with older people, he is just intimidated because he doesn’t have
the experience, or rather I’m sure he has had a few bad experiences.
One of our other staff, Antonio, commented that when he was
growing up the family ate together but in silence. No one said anything. He
said in his house all the males shared one plate and all the females shared one
plate. His dad told him I don’t want to hear you or see your food.
Both Nunu and Antonio commented how uncomfortable they are
now as adults speaking with older people, saying that they didn’t want this for
our Center kids.
It’s so interesting because as an American I feel I was
brought up to think that people are poor because they don’t have money. But the
more I see the life around me the more I see that people are poor because they
don’t have the support or security of nurturing. They didn’t come from
Christian households where family was put first. Where children are tucked in
at night. Where boo-boo are promptly kissed. Where backs are patted. And the question
is asked each day at the dinner table, “How was your day today?”
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