I Need My Mother’s Approval

I do.

I recently read a blog post I had previously written, and was quite proud of, to her.

I pretended that it was written by somebody else.

She didn’t seem too impressed.

“Did you like that?” I asked her.

She smiled.

“It’s okay. It’s funny.”

She didn’t think it was funny at all. In fact I could see her judging it hard. She also knew it was written by me. How could she not? The sentence structure reeked of me. Who knows me better than my own mother?

Now, this post isn’t pleasing to me at all anymore. It seems plaintive. It sounds like I am trying too hard. People have said some nice things about the post. But it has grown some fungus in my mind. It’s not something I am proud of anymore. It is stale and old and in need of refinement.

And all because my mother didn’t think it was great.

You see, recently I have thought I am an independent young lady who is very different from my mother. I have felt a little guilty because I am constantly telling my mother that her way is in need of refinement. Perhaps I have  been criticising a little. My mother mostly takes it in her stride and brushes it off because she knows me, but sometimes she tells me not to be such a hoity toity person. She expresses frustration at my behaviour.

“Sorry, Mama” I say, quietly. Sometimes I do not realise I am being like that.

I feel terrible, of course. But this particular experience has highlighted to me that I do value my mother very highly and really do want her to be proud of my work. It also makes me realise that I need to simmer down and let her do her things her way; the way she has been doing it since before I was born, and the way she will continue to do it regardless of what I say.

My mother is a wonderful woman. She has brought me up along with my four other siblings. It was not always easy. She has had to fight for a lot of things for us. She sacrificed a lot of things for our future, including being with her husband. She is not perfect, but nobody is. Just because I notice her flaws doesn’t mean I should fixate on them. I have a habit of fixating on flaws. My mother has done so much and continues to do so much. She is beautiful, even though she doesn’t always think so. She works hard. She values people because of their honesty and integrity, and she is a fighter for justice.

She also likes baby elephants.


Is Your National Identity Becoming a Global Identity?

Hello internet.

What do you think about national identity?

National Identity is defined as “a sense of a nation as a cohesive whole, as represented by distinctive traditions, culture, and language.”


Which is interesting to me because if a sense of unity within a ‘nation’ is established by a distinctive language, tradition or culture, what then does that make the two dominant western nations, i.e. America and the UK?

The English language is a global language. This was a process begun, of course, by imperialism and invasion, not always seen a moral process. Nevertheless, it has resulted in a new dawn for culture and language. English is the predominant language of the Internet, because while webpages can be viewed in other languages, their addresses are in English. Computer codes are in English. A large number of countries around the world use English alongside their indigenous languages for administrative and governmental uses. English is often associated with economic affluence, education and prestige in many societies around the world. This could be because high end jobs require a knowledge of the English language, in this modern, advanced technological, interconnected world.

The result of globalisation, of course, is the globalisation of English, and with it the Western culture. ‘McDonaldisation’, ‘coca-colonisation’, and ‘Disneyisation’ are just a few terms thrown out there by sociolinguists who claim this creation of a monoculture has resulted in the killing (linguicide) of other languages, and cultures.

I personally think that it is a grave misconception to assume the western culture is the globalised culture, because while that may be predominantly true, indigenous cultures will always exist, alone or alongside the global monoculture. There are also thousands, even millions of cultures and civilisations around the world which remain untouched by the modern online community. That is a beautiful thought, to know that in some places, beauty and nature coincide to create wondrous populations of life and tradition that we know nothing about and have never heard of but can be related to through sheer humanity.

So what do you think? Is this true? Does this also mean that traditional cultures in the UK and US are also being killed, replaced by the globalised idea that western culture is multicultural cuisine (e.g. falafel, curries), universal fashion and a nomenclature of ideals which co-exist?

What do you think about national identity? Do you think your country has a distinct national identity, or is it so intermixed with the global monoculture that you feel as though your nationality is not much different from much of the world today? Or, alternatively (or , do you think the world is a diverse place and there is so much more out there?