Lately, I’ve been thinking about my roots.
Not the ‘hair dyeing’ kind of roots.
Rather… the one that makes up Me.
Being Canadian is pretty amazing.
I mean – I am literally as Canadian as Canadian can be…
70% English/15% French/15% Ojbwae
Can it get any more Canadian than that??
But there is a tremendous lack of culture – unique, truly unique Culture.
And so I find myself being envious of those of different ethnicities.
Sound odd to admit really.
But it’s true.
I grew up in a family that one’s ethnicity, heritage wasn’t promoted.
And really – what do we have to promote?
Other than the First Nations aspect of my make-up – I have really nothing that is unique.
And because Canada treated – and still do – our First Nations lower than third class citizens, the records of my family lineage in the Ojbwae clan are non-existant.
Sure I speak a second language.
And growing up in Québec is a unique experience in itself… there are very few UNIQUE events that are strictly promoting my French Heritage – who just so happens to be French from Normandy, not Québec.
One of the amazing things about Canada is that we are a mixing pot of cultures. We are absolutely and proud of our multi-culturalism.
Canada’s culture is borrowed.
We don’t have anything that is ours… and ours alone.
We have an overall general sense of pride – of who we are as a Nation, a people and what we represent on the world stage.
But we don’t have a culture that is truly, uniquely Canadian.
We have amazing artists – INCREDILY food, music and wine.
We have amazing designers, creators and innovators.
Perhaps my dismay comes from the lack of truly UNIQUE.
And so, as we borrow from others…
I can’t help but wish to get to know the many parts that make up Me.
And perhaps I can find a tradition that is unique to that aspect of my mixed heritage.
And well… one can’t help but be Irish on St. Patty’s Day… regardless of one’s heritage.
And that 70% English that makes up me, consists of 35% British, 30% Irish and 5% Welch.
So that 30% that is unique, that has a unique celebration and is looked at by the world as a uniquely Irish festivity…
Tomorrow – I will be Irish. And maybe one day I will understand what it means to be Irish.
And maybe it will fill in that feeling of not having something that is truly unique.
And until such time… I will take that borrowed tradition, and wear green.
And exclaim “Kiss Me. I’m Deliciously Irish.”
But I still can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a culture and heritage that is uniquely different than the borrowed one that I have.