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Monthly Archives: May 2008
I thought I lived rather frugally until I read here about this woman. Not only is she frugal, she is pretty much totally self-sufficient. Not all of us can live on a few acres–don’t I wish!– of land to grow all of our vegetables, fruits and have farm animals, but what she does with what she has been blessed with is really amazing.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the women of the world. Not just those who have borne children, but all women who play a part in the life of a child. Whether you are an aunt, a teacher, a nurse, a doctor, a school bus driver or a friendly neighbor, you all contribute to the positive growth and development of children.
What a profound impact a woman’s gentle touch can have as we raise and nurture the future leaders of tomorrow. May you be blessed for your efforts and may you know that at least one mother appreciates all that you have done for my children. You have reminded me by your actions that the word “mother” is also a verb.
In spite of what some people say–including even Connie Chung, speaking in jest when she mentioned it would be hard to do her family history in a country where everyone looked the same–all Chinese people do not look alike. Go to China and look at the facial diversity for yourself. Sure, they all have black straight hair for the most part, but that is where the similarities end.
Apparently, however, our school secretaries have not figured this out. Yesterday Ben and I went up to Caleb’s and Micheline’s school. Wednesday is my day to volunteer but since Ben is on a break week at his school I couldn’t hang out there. I got the project Micheline’s teacher wanted me to do and then we left…once again through the front office.
We came back at lunch time so we could eat with both kids, and the secretaries looked a bit oddly at me when I didn’t sign in and we just walked through. I figured I had already signed in that morning and was still wearing my volunteer sticker on my shirt. Then, when we went to leave, we came in through the front of the office again due to how the playground gates lock. I signed myself out and the secretary came over with a late pass. I asked her what it was for. She tried to hand it to Ben and said, “It’s for Caleb, because the 5th graders have already gone back to class.”
I laughed and told her, “Caleb is in class.” She looked at Ben and said, “Then, who’s that?” I laughed even harder and said, “The same Deaf son I have whom you confused with Caleb last month”. “Wow, they must really look alike!”, she replied. The other secretary jumped in and said, “I thought he was Caleb too!” In all fairness, they have probably never seen them together to compare, but I had to laugh because they look nothing alike. You be the judge. Driving home I chuckled even more as I thought they probably wondered why on earth Caleb was coming and going with me all morning without me ever signing him in or out.
Out of my three youngest, I think Caleb has struggled the most with the fact that he was not born here. Micheline and Ben speak freely of their birth parents even though they do not know them. I have often said things such as “I bet your beautiful brown eyes are just like your Haitian mother’s”, or “Your gorgeous black hair came from your Chinese mother”, and they love hearing how some of their best features probably came from their birth parents.
Caleb, however, has asked, “I look like you, right Mama?” For some reason, he cannot even seem to identify what other Chinese people look like. He was on the university campus with Jeff and Jeff was pointing out other people who appeared to be Chinese. Caleb couldn’t pick them out himself.
This week, during an exercise, Caleb was supposed to name ways in which he was similar to his parents and ways in which he was different. He thought and thought, and then said, “Mama’s face and my face are not the same.” I thought he was finally “getting it” that in spite of his desires, his features do not closely resemble mine. As I opened my mouth to reply, however, he continued, “Because Mama wears glasses and I don’t.”