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My dual citizen

I’ve linked this blog as part of a fantastic website called www.momalom.com.  Share, write, be inspired and inspire! 3sprouts has launched a fantastic contest for bloggers to write something “unexpected”.  The perfect word to describe this blog about my son.

My son was born in England ten years ago this month. The first night of his life I laid on my side looking through the clear plastic bassinet feeling lonely, I missed my home, The United States of America.  I thought to myself, how is my son going to love two countries?  If he grows up in England will he ever feel half American?

When he learned to speak, he sang Bob the Builder in the sweetest English accent and if you asked him where he was from he would say, “I’m French!”  He had no idea that he was created by two people from two different countries and expected to be apart of both.

At 2½ we decided to immigrate to Florida.  One plane ride later, a new house, extreme weather and the arrival of the Chicken Pox, my son had been on one big adventure!  It only took two months for his “proper” little accent to completely disappear.  I could tell it made my husband sad, an accent defines you, tells people where you are from and now his only son was no longer recognizable as English, like him.

He grew into a typical American boy, pledged allegiance to the flag, said Mom instead of Mum and blurted out WHAT, instead of pardon.  He fell in love with cheetos, ring pops and strawberry milk, He sang along to Greenday’s “American idiot” and said he wanted to be in the Army when he grew up.

Five years later we decided to move again, this time to Hong Kong. It wasn’t until he began school in Hong Kong that I even thought about him as a dual citizen.  Almost every child in his class of thirty was a mix of two nationalities or living abroad. My son was half British and half American, not the way I saw him – to me he seemed like an American born in England.

While in Hong Kong he painted flags and memories of both countries, he wrote stories about his pets, friends and home in America, his obsession with Manchester United Football Club and how much he loved visiting his family in England. He entertained us with performances about culture and our special traditions.  It couldn’t have been more obvious that my dual citizen loved both of his countries the same, and I believe, he always had.

 

3 Comments

  1. Sarah on March 1, 2012 at 2:58 am

    Sam – our boys are the best of both words!! They have British wit, with American confidence & are great citizens of the world!! Great story and love the photo of Max! 🙂

  2. norma on March 3, 2012 at 5:02 pm

    Sam, that was so touching what you wrote about Max,he was a joy to look after when he was two and I have very fond memories of that time in the UK ,what a great kid .Love the pic .xx

  3. Galit Breen on May 29, 2012 at 8:17 pm

    Oh how I love this.

    As a dual citizen myself, I *get* this at my core!

    (Love the cheetos and ring pop line!)

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