Children of immigrants. What are your stories?
What values do your parents hold that really make integration difficult? Did you over come them? What do your appreciate that was brought from the old country?
From the old country the only thing I have that I couldn't do without is using a watering device like a lota for the purpose of istinja, namely to clean my anus. Everything else is negotiable.
I am not bound by my parents values. I am free to choose which of them I continue to abide by, and which I cast aside. As such I don't see anything infringing on my integration. Except nativist racism. Yeah, can't do too much about that one. Shucks.