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Culture And Cultural Identity

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When I think about cultural identity, the thought that comes to mind is that there is so many cultures in today’s society and there is more to come as our world expands. So if there’s a large variety to chose from how will I know which one is my own? My answer is clear, I’m not sure, I’m just stuck to what came my way. I have adapted to the cultures both my parents and grandparents have exposed to me.
Growing up I was exposed to both my parents cultures. Both my parents had semi-similar cultures. They taught me many qualities that basically shaped who I am today. I grew up hearing and listening to what my parents telling me is acceptable for me to do and what is not acceptable for me to do because of this I learnt the difference between what is right and what is wrong from my parents. Which my parents learned from their parents and so on. Since both my parents were born in Mexico they have taught me their language which is spanish, they food they were use to eating, the expectations my grandparents had for them. For my mom growing up she was very independent. At a young age she was already working hard and helping out around the house. So I kind of got that side from her. As I am becoming older I have realized that I am independent. I am constantly seeing myself in my own world and not needing someone to always help me. Now, my dad is more of a strong person in the outside but more sensitive in the inside. That’s the side I got from him. Growing up with both my parents, I learned how to have manners around other. Whenever my family and I would go to parties they would greet everyone and shake their hand or hug them before sitting down or doing anything else. So from seeing that constantly I grew up doing it until this day.
Later on, while I was growing up my parents got a divorce and my family split. My two brothers and I moved with my mom here to San Diego. Slowly I was realizing that I was forgetting something. That something was my dad, my dad's ways of teaching me how to be myself. Sometimes I find myself thinking how much my dad taught me growing up by showing me how to take my first steps to showing me how to speak my first words. Even though I didn’t learn much from his side of family because i wasn’t

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