Child-Minded Ignorance: First-Generation Filipino and Security Blanket

child-minded ignorance: My mother is second-generation Italian, my father is first-generation Filipino, according to Huffington Post Canada. But only now, as an adult, can I truly comprehend the cultural divide that followed the divorce that I didn't recognize as a child. Adulting is challenging enough with having to pay for your own shit, but pile on divorced parents where you can't hide behind the security blanket of child-minded ignorance, and you're left with an insurmountable amount of pressure to make everyone "happy." It only gets harder with age, especially when your parents hail from two polar-opposite cultures. My earliest memories of shuffling back and forth from Mississauga to Ajax in my dad used Pontiac were punctuated with superstitions like holding your breath when passing cemeteries, lifting your feet when driving over railroad tracks and making the sign of the cross when you see a church. When we'd pull up to the driveway at my grandma house, I could barely contain my excitement to see my cousins, my "Filipino side." I am grateful for the time I spent with my Filipino family on the weekends papa had us. My dad made sure my sisters and I did that last one every time. "Good," he'd say, when we did it on our own without prompting. (www.immigrantscanada.com). As reported in the news.