Things have been very different for each generation of my family, especially on the marriage front. I thought it’d be interesting to outline how it has changed from thoroughly Chinese and traditional to (eventually) entirely American and modern. I’m counting from my great-grandparents’ generation through to my future children’s (and possibly even my grandchildren’s). I guess five-six generations is what it takes to make the ultimate transition in terms of how the family will progress.
Starting off with my great-grandparents back in Communist China in the early years of last century, marriage was something that your elders decided. Romantic love wasn’t really a familiar concept and whether you liked it or not, your future spouse was chosen for you by your parents. In a way, being match-made was easier, since you didn’t have to find someone for yourself. Plus, with the wisdom of their years, parents would generally match you up pretty well according to personality and wealth. Think eHarmony, except substitute wealth for education in that case.
So one day your parents would strike a deal with his or her parents and a fortuitous date would be set. Nothing with 4s and preferably with 8s. You’d probably get really curious and nervous leading up to the wedding, wondering what your partner would be like, look like, act like. Then the day would come and you would first lay eyes on this mysterious person you were destined to spend the rest of your life with. After all the ceremonious duties were done, you’d spend your first night together, getting to know each other. Over the years you would grow to love each other, or at least tolerate each other. And you would propagate and continue the cycle for your children too.
Then came my grandparents’ generation, where things were starting to get a little less traditional. Though your parents still chose your spouse, the two of you were allowed to meet before getting married and get to know each other a little. Call it a supervised courtship of sorts. As your parents did, you learn to love each other and build a life together. By the time your offspring grow of age, rules have gotten lax and you let your children decide from a number of suitors you present to them. With each, they get to know each other and court a bit before deciding if they like each other enough to commit their lives to each other. The pressure of making the right choice started to become an issue, with this generation having the power to decide their own fates (within certain choices presented to them). Now the concept of romantic love began to spread as young couples tried to figure out if they could love this person for the remainder of their years.
For my parents in particular, my maternal grandmother heard of my dad through the wife of a professor at the local university, which is where my parents both went to school. My maternal grandfather was also a professor at the school and his professor buddy had my dad as a student. Through the women talking, my grandmother learned that this young man was the professor’s star student and first in his class. My parents were introduced to each other and my grandfather approved without ever meeting the man. All he had to know was that he was a hard worker and an excellent student. My grandmother, on the other hand, wanted to meet and get to know this potential suitor. As the legend goes, she sat him down for an interview (probably mostly asking about academics and his professional future) and liked him as well. My mom decided that of the guys she’d been introduced to, she liked this one the most, and so they were married. Or something like that.
(More on my parents’ (and my) story in this future post.)
As for my generation, we’d moved to the US when I was young and I was brought up in a very Asian-American household. I’d say my split was probably 60% Chinese, 40% American in my younger years, and now it has transitioned to 70% American, 30% Chinese. It gives you a rough estimate anyway. So for me, choosing a future spouse is mostly up to me, though my mom has certainly tried to introduce me to the sons of her friends and former classmates. I get to pick him, but I still seek my parents’ approval and blessing. If they don’t like him, I don’t know if I could go through with it. Thankfully, they seemed to have liked Panda plenty at their first meeting. 🙂 Also, at this point, love is very much an issue and the real thing driving my motivation. Whereas before people learned to love, now I am looking for love. Completely different priorities!
I anticipate that my children’s generation will do whatever they want without much, if any, say from me. They’ll probably go chasing after their own fantasies and desires with little regard for my wishes. But then again, I’d probably let them do their own thing and not try to interfere. As for the generation after that, well, who knows how the world will be! Maybe having a family will be so overrated that they chose not to procreate. It certainly seems like more and more people I know are choosing to delay a family or throw that concept out entirely. What’s important to us has shifted beyond recognition and I’m sure my great-grandparents would be utterly confused at the state of the world today.
And so, in five generations we went from no choice to complete choice. In six we can go to no children, no seventh generation! Yikes! But hey, perhaps family values will make a comeback and the opposite will happen. You never know.