Being a Third Culture Kid is like visiting the distorting mirrors at a carnival. For those who haven’t been to one, these mirrors are built with different curves in them, so that the viewer sees out-of-shape versions of himself or herself reflected therein. As each mirror reflects back a different distorted version of the viewer, […]
Today my eight year old son broke a cereal bowl. I had done the washing up after breakfast and called out to him and his father to dry as I walked out of the kitchen. He started on the job himself as his father was still at breakfast. I heard the crash and yelled, ‘Why […]
Tweet Before tonight, I didn’t know what the musical Miss Saigon was about. Rather poor for someone who loves musicals. Having recently enjoyed a concert by Lea Salonga, the original Kim from Miss Saigon, I was curious – and read up on the musical on Wikipedia. The result? My husband walked into the room to […]
Tweet I wrote the pseudo-poem in blue below during a particularly dark mood. I think the darkness brought to surface questions that go on deep inside me about who I am. In that moment, I decided that I wouldn’t make my children TCKs (how long that decision will last, time only will tell :)) This […]
I have the privilege of posting this article by my father-in-law who also happens to be a parent of Third Culture Kids. He asked if he could contribute a post here, and I’m grateful for his input.
Steph Yiu, in an article on raising second-generation TCKs says, ‘How would you want to raise your kids? Spare them the pain of moving, or give them the gift of travel? I’ve always wondered what it would be like, to raise TCK children of my own. Would I, as a TCK, be able to impart […]
Tweet ‘I will not put my children through the cultural transition and confusion I experienced as a child. My children will grow up in their birth country with what I never possessed: a strong sense of cultural belonging.’ This was my inner monologue for years after giving birth to our first child. But that nudge to […]