Last week I wrote a little about looking back 10 years ago as my husband and I celebrate our 10th Wedding Anniversary. In case you hadn’t noticed I’m extremely proud of being married to my husband, whether this is just a water sign thing or something of being an emotional person who takes marriage seriously.
I touched mainly on the wedding day as its important to me. Being part of a intercultural marriage it was important for me to understand and respect my husbands cultural traditions. I am not sure who is lucky in this marriage, but I do love Indian food, culture, clothes, movies, traveling in rickshaws, visiting temples I seem to enjoy it and feel very much in my element.
The strangest part in our relationship isn’t so much that were from different sides of the earth but more that my husband although coming from a relatively Vaishnava family has never been concerned whether I was Hindu or Christian nor was he worried if I can speak Hindi or not he is only concerned with whether or not I respect his family and could deal with his hours of working as a chef….. they are grueling hours. But I am always curious, why from the get go I am concerned about these things. It was important for me from the start to understand Indian culture from religion to traditions to language and even being married this long I thought I’d have my Hindi down packed, but today I am still learning. My religion I am very much learning something new everyday. Today, the best part about learning something new about Hinduism and the Hindi language is that I now get to do this with my son’s.
An example that happens every week in our house is my eldest son will come home from school where he is also learning to speak Italian, and for every new word of Italian that he learns we research those same words in Hindi. So he can count from 1-10 in Italian now he can count 1-10 in Hindi. The same happens when he learns about different holidays in Italy we pick a holiday or festival to learn about from India. It seems to be one of the most enjoyable experiences after school. It’s something that has become our weekly ritual almost.
Having kids in a intercultural marriage has been a thing of happiness. They celebrate two cultures, meaning more celebrations which they love. I was surprised how many celebrations take place after giving birth. We had a naming day, a 21 day celebration, a first solid feeding celebration, a first hair cutting celebration all these tiny little things to celebrate the baby coming into the world and reaching little milestones. And so many different steps for each one that they are so unique. I am lucky that even now our son’s are so intrigued to learn both sides as they are beautifully blended in Indian and Australian culture.
But dad’s happiness comes in when they both want to sit and watch cricket with dad. Although our youngest is still learning who’s who, our eldest already made up his mind that M.S. Dhoni is the best. He watched the movie on Dhoni, watched his last game and declared he is the best cricket player, Dad couldn’t have been prouder, except when they suddenly respond here and there with a word in Hindi. Sometimes TV is good. We are able to watch Hindi channels at home and through cartoons like Chota Bheem they’ve picked up a few words and from watching cartoons dubbed in Hindi. When there is more than one language to learn the constant hearing of these words from TV can be just as good.