A Father’s Day letter to my daughter – Faraway home is where the heart is

June 17, 2013

Ten  years ago, in June 2003, my daughter Elizabeth Katherine was born. My life as a father began. And life changed, forever.

I immediately wrote about it all, what I thought fatherhood might be about, especially as a travelling family with a foot in two worlds. The Hamilton Spectator published those thoughts at that time.

Below is a 10-years later look: a look at how it is for Liz, one of those Third Culture kids who, at the moment, finds herself so far from her overseas home.

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(Hamilton Spectator – Saturday, June 15, 2013)

It’s 10 years later, dear Elizabeth, and it’s true: Home is where your heart is. You’ve said it now in plain words. Your heart, with your imagination, is in our African home.

This is what I know you mean when you say with sorry sadness, “Daddy, the roads are too smooth here. Everything’s too perfect. I’d rather be in a place where the roads are bumpy but more interesting.”

I hope that you don’t mind me sharing this, by the way. Because while it’s for you, it’s also for anyone who’s ever held a newborn and marveled at the wonder of it, flesh of one’s flesh and bone of one’s bone, holding such joy and pain too that’s part of parenthood.

Yes, 10 years ago you were born, so close to Father’s Day. Ten years ago when in this newspaper there was that photo of tiny you beside me, then the headline, “A Daughter of the World.” From the beginning you crossed borders and lives.

Now it’s your tenth and we’re at your favourite restaurant on Upper James. The meal and the song and candle-blowing are finished. Our fortune cookies all come out and you open and read yours with the truth of it: “Home is where the heart is.”

It’s a perfect message, you say, just for you, a reminder of our African home, your home. It’s that home with green space and blue sky and black friends and bumpy roads, that far away home of more danger and less fear.

You remind me of Cissy, that beautiful girl from the Dickens story, Hard Times, the daughter of a horse breaker for a traveling circus. She lives among tightrope walkers and magicians, among fire-eaters and lady acrobats, even elephants and midgets.

Then later, as “Girl Number 20,” she’s in a classroom of empty knowledge with that teacher, Gradgrind, who asks her to share lifeless facts from some dry text about horses. Cissy, unknown to everyone, actually knows horses rather well because she’s ridden horses. She’s combed them. She’s watched horses give birth and she’s watched her father salve horses and rub them with liniment.

This, I think, is what you mean. Canada has a certain standard. It also has a stark beauty. But Canada can also be a Gradgrinder sort of place, hollow with walls within walls, a politically-correct and anal place that’s full of “me” and fads and handhelds and sex, but not very full of heroes or transcendence or magic, really, of any kind. It can be a place where we wear our seatbelts and sanitize our hands, but not where we easily see or touch or feel or heal anyone.

You have your fortune now, Liz. Home truly is where your heart is. Home, say the poets, is also the place we long to leave when we’re young, then long to return to when we’re old.  One day when you’re older you might think about this too, maybe while at some crossroads where, I pray, you’ll, like those poets tell, choose the road less taken, bumpy or smooth, the road that will make all the difference in your life.

Yes, dear Liz, you are a daughter of the world. But you’re not alone. You’re never alone. And this is the message in all this. You have company. There are others like you, your brother and sister and many others, really, so-called Third Culture Kids with a foot in two worlds, children both blessed and torn.

And not only Third Culture Kids, but immigrant children here so close to you, in Hamilton, even in your neighbourhood, your very school, like so many Canadians, kids with tastes and memories or maybe even nightmares from homes so far away.

This very much is also Canada’s story. It has to be. So many of us, more than you realize, are in this together, away from home, travellers of one sort or another who are asking, “Where, really, is my home? And if my home is where my heart is, then why does my heart have to be so far away?”


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5 thoughts on “A Father’s Day letter to my daughter – Faraway home is where the heart is”

  1. Lisa Borsellino

    Dear Mr. Froese, I read your articles always with interest. I find your writing style to be poetic and your insights brilliant. I read this open letter to your daughter with disappointment. It was a beautiful better, but perhaps one that was better to be kept private, between you and her. Because you printed it in a Canadian newspaper and it contained some fairly negative views of Canada. It left me feeling, to be honest, defensive. I can’t help but wonder – why did you feel that it was an appropriate article for a Canadian newspaper? But just for the record, I believe that Canada is full of magic, and it is full of heroes and it’s sad that you can’t see past the urban skylines to the magic within.

  2. joanna Morrison

    Hi Thomas,
    I don’t think we’ve met, but Jean and I go way back to Pioneer Days. Our daughter will resonate with what you have written here. Thank you for capturing her heart as well as your daughters. Sometimes it helps to put words to the two worlds we live in. Thank you! Jo

  3. Thank you, Lisa, for your comments. I agree, it’s not common to write a letter to one’s child in a newspaper, but this was both a letter and, more so, a commentary on cultures. I often write about these sorts of themes since we’ve been living abroad and coming and going for so long now. Such a back and forth lifestyle does have a way of awakening the cultural senses.

    When I wrote my first column in Elizabeth being a “Daughter of the world” 10 years ago, we were on our way to Yemen where we lived for four years before moving to Uganda. That was June 2003 and you can find that Spectator piece here. http://thomasfroese.com/2003/a-daughter-of-the-world-2/

    The Spectator published this most recent comment on Elizabeth as a “This is 10 years later” look. And yes, I did give Liz a very different and much more personal letter for her 10th birthday, a letter that was just for her, something I’m sure she values more than a newspaper commentary.

    Thanks for reading. And keep enjoying Canada. Of course, it will always be our home.

  4. Thank you so much Mr Froese for this commentary on cultures. I am very sure so many parents doing international work and living with their families especially here in Africa are grateful that their own kids can read it and identify with Liz. We thank Liz as well,for letting us share part of her 10th Birthday “GIFT”.

    I have already told some expatriates here in Africa to read your articles.

    We love them.

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