Last week I talked a little bit about family dynamics and how certain behaviors may affect each of the family members. For instance, rules, roles, costs and rewards, conflicts, resolutions, etc. All of these aspects help each family interact with one another, and each individual is able to grow and learn from these influences.
This week, I was able to go a little more in depth about how social class may influence a family and the outcomes that may come off of it. You know, most of us know each term as the high class, middle class, middle-low class, and low-class. Each of these different social classes affect how we see ourselves and others. Moreover, depending on the resources we have in our hands may help us be prepared for world around us.
I would like to share my experience about how social class has affected me and the dynamics that played a role in my family.
One topic I will mention in my experience is: How can one carefully choose the aspects of one's culture to keep, and how do we perpetuate those into coming generations?
My family and I are from Mexico City. My dad was perfume business owner and made sure he received the merchandise every so often. He actually had to travel to the United States to buy the product and send it over to Mexico. My mom also worked with him but was a stay home mom too. She helped sell the product and drive all over the city with my dad. My dad always had his office at home, so he didn’t have to go out all the time and would always manage to spend time as family and provide for us. We would always go out to eat good restaurants, go to vacation trips, and every other weekend, we would have social gatherings with my aunts and uncles. My brother was involved in school and sports, and I lived a fun childhood for the most part because I didn’t have to worry too much about anything except going to school. You could say, we lived in a high-middle class. This lasted for more than ten years or so.
Over time though, my dad’s clients slowly stopped buying his product and some wouldn’t pay him on time or at all. My parents began to feel stressed out and even though they tried to hide it in front of us, I was oblivious to the changes that were about to happen. My dad thought about being part of a different type of business, including moving to a different state. Suddenly, one of my extended family members who lived in the US reached out to my dad and suggested to move into the States. He talked to him about saving more money, finding better opportunities of living, and finding a better job than he could have in Mexico. This was a difficult decision that my parents had to make.
My dad decided he’d go alone and “test the waters” and see if everything my cousin told him was true. We didn’t see my dad for over a year. My mom worked a lot more and put the house on sale. I was excited to move to the States. I watched Hollywood movies and I thought “wow, it must be cool to live there.” I also enjoyed learning English and being able to fluently speak it made me excited. What I didn’t know was that moving to a new country would take a big toll on me. I had to learn a new culture, traditions, and people weren’t like those who I pictured in my head. When we moved, my dad had a totally different job and was no longer a business owner. The family who talked to him into moving to the States didn’t really help us out and pretty much had to learn how to work on our own. My parents had different jobs such a fast-food restaurant, throwing newspapers every morning, housekeeping, and a grocery company. This a drastic change that forced us to rely on each other. Even though they worked hard, they always encouraged my brother and I to continue our education in order to have a better future. We were no longer in a high-middle class, but in a middle-low class. This allowed us to humble ourselves and that not everything in life will be the way we expect them to. I learned the importance of being responsible and being grateful. I managed to learn English, overcome my loneliness for not fitting in groups, and put my education first. Even though I am part of a new culture, I still am proud for where I come from and I think it’s important to share these experiences to future generations.