There has been a lot of discussion in our household recently about our origins.
My daughter, being born in New Zealand, considers herself more Kiwi than her brother. My son’s usual counter is that he lived there for longer, so he is at least as kiwi as she is.
As you can imagine, this gets quite circular and very heated.
However, he must have decided recently that this line of argument did not carry sufficient weight as he has been carrying out additional research.
Going back a few generations, my husband has English and Scottish heritage. There was brief excitement when we thought there was some Welsh as well, but that has since been discounted. While it was disappointing, it has made the maths easier.
The net result – he’s more Kiwi than English.
Everyone likes to find qualities that make them unique, so I can’t help but wonder what his approach would have been had we still lived in NZ. I haven’t wanted to suggest going back even further as it would get much more complicated!
I therefore had a lot of sympathy for the lovely Italian lady we met, while in Lake Como, who got the full breakdown after innocently asking where he was from. I think she may have lost the thread soon after “Well I live in England, but …”
Tough Mother 