Analytical Summary/Reflection: “Mother Tongue” by Amy Tan
The literacy narrative, “Mother Tongue”, by Amy Tan, is about the different kinds of Englishes which exist in Tan’s world and how she went against the grain to become a successful writer using the same kinds of Englishes she once despised. Tan recounts how she coped with communicating in a simplistic manner of English with her not so fluent mother, then on the other hand, learning to develop and hone her English skills in school.
As a teen, Tan, under the orders of her mother, pretended to be her own mother on the phone because few people were able to understand what little English her mother was able to speak. Her belief that growing up with the broken English her mother used was a detriment to achieving high test scores on her English exams. However, Tan challenged herself by forgoing the stereotypical route of science and math expected in Asians and became an English major. Working through several drafts of her first major project, Tan was able to construct her breakthrough novel The Joy Luck Club with the help of her mother and the different kinds of Englishes she grew up with.
As a fellow Asian-American, Amy Tan’s narrative sparked a sense of understanding for what she went through because I experienced the same situations as she did. Tan admits that she “was ashamed of her [mother’s] English” because it was “limited” and “imperfect” (274). Growing up, my perception of my parents’ linguistic skills was far from accepting. I winced each time I heard a mistake in grammar or pronunciation and associated the feeling with hearing the unbearable sound of wailing sirens. On the other hand, unlike Tan, who was forced to be a bridge of communication between her mother and the outside world, I took it upon myself to speak on the behalf of my parents (274). Whether it was making calls for doctor appointments or ordering food at restaurants, I felt obligated to stop my parents from causing confusion in communication. I saw this as my opportunity to take control and save my parents and myself the embarrassment and to alleviate any hassles that could have ensued.
While Tan believes that her mother limited her achievement in English at school, I find myself in the opposite situation (276). Having to cover for my parents’ inadequate level of English allowed me to practice a level of English beyond what was expected for a young child. By representing my parents, I had to quickly develop the communicative skills expected for one adult to converse with another, and consequently, my capacity for the English language grew exponentially faster than my classmates. I remember being in first grade and already taking the second grade vocabulary tests and outperforming some second graders as well. My success as a well-rounded student landed me in a program called P.A.C.E. Once a week I was ushered down to a small classroom with a few other promising young minds and given a packet of problems to solve. These were the same kinds of problems which had puzzled Tan, such as fill-in-the-blanks and word analogies (276-277). Tan describes her experience as confusing and impossible due to the overwhelming imagery created by the word pairs. In my case, I saw each pair of words as a small piece to a puzzle. Rather than use imagery to help solve the problem, I relied on a systematic approach. By logically thinking about the meaning of each word, I pieced together the analogy puzzle one by one.
In the present time, I now look back and feel shame for being embarrassed about my parents. They insisted on trying again and again to practice their English in public so that they could improve, but I became a hindrance to that goal. Over time, I did ease up and realize the mistake I was making, and as a result, my parents did indeed improve. My father developed the majority of his English from watching sports on TV and from interacting with customers at his job. My mother, in her free time, took ESL classes that our city offered. They then made the conversion from speaking purely Chinese at home to a mixture of Chinese and English. While my parents are still nowhere close to having impeccable English speaking skills, I am nevertheless rid of any shame I once held for them and only filled with pride to have witnessed such a transformation.
Although the journeys that Tan and I underwent differ in some ways, the overall messages that can be taken from our accomplishment are the same: English, in all its different variations, is still a language, and the only person that can limit you from achieving your goals is yourself. From this experience I also learned a little life lesson on what it means to be a part of a family. Often, at times I tend to misplace my affection and respect for family, putting my own selfish interests first. I thought I was protecting my parents when it came to representing the American side of the family, but in the end I was only an obstacle to progress. I acted out of an individual love for my own reputation rather than honoring what would be best for the family. Sure, families are comprised of a group of related individuals, but what holds us all together is the understanding that everyone is equal and deserves love and respect all the same.
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