Most families these days represent a cross section of culture. I was born and raised in Ontario, while my wife, Elsie, was born in Nova Scotia. We brought different things to our marriage.
When our kids grew up, our eldest married an American girl who was born in Germany, and has a Vietnamese-inspired name. She grew up mostly in Alaska and Kent, Washington. Their boys have grown up in the Atlanta area, in the US south. Two of their boys are adopted from Ethiopia.
Our next son married a girl who grew up in Tillamook, Oregon, and went to school in Baltimore. Their boys are growing up in Portland, Oregon.
Our daughter hasn't married, but was a missionary to the Republic of Georgia, and did short trips to Bangladesh and Zimbabwe. She adopted two girls from Saskatoon with aboriginal roots, and then a third from Alberta. They live in Burnaby, BC.
We also have a surrogate daughter in Tokyo, with her family.
We're not exactly a homogenous family, are we?
So, how do we get along when we have such different perspectives, experiences and attitudes?
That's easy. We love each other.