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My First Mother’s Day in China

I know a lot of people are celebrating Mother’s Day milestones – and I’ll hop on the bandwagon and highlight the fact I am celebrating my first Mother’s Day in China. Solo-mothering, in fact. Mike has a number of very important work and family obligations in the US and I appreciate his being the family ambassador.

Being a mother of three in China, as a foreigner (I don’t really identify with the word expat, more on that some other time, perhaps) is no small task. I’m not even gonna humblebrag about it. It’s just really, really difficult and I’m making it work as best as I can. 

So. I’m going to celebrate some pretty great Mothering in China milestones, and pat myself on the back. And while I know I cannot attribute my kids' success 100% to my and Mike's parenting, (sometimes I think they are great in spite of it!) because I know they are innately wonderful, capable people who are doing so much of this hard work on their own...I feel proud and my efforts have been well worth it.

1. Without purposefully preparing, I recently discovered I can easily pass the HSK 1 Exam of Chinese Language Proficiency. Which, while it is the most basic transactional Chinese…seems like a lot to me. I can read and type (no writing yet) full, simple sentences in Hanzi (Chinese characters) and I have reached a stage where I know just enough vocabulary to fill in a lot of blanks just through context (when people speak simply and slowly enough), which is enormously exciting. The language should essentially "explode" for me now as long as I am diligently practicing, listening, and interacting with native speakers. I’m so happy I have the opportunities to do so! 

How is this related to motherhood? My kids see my efforts, and they copy me, and they learn and try out the language's that simple. Kids do whatever their parents do. (Sadly, this is true of all the not great stuff we do, too.) They are constantly asking me about the phrases I am repeating as I study my flashcards on the way to school (I am not driving!), which sometimes sparks conversations and spin-off sentences they try out at school and with friends. I bought Coco a new Sophia the First book in Mandarin and she said it's the most favorite book I have ever bought her because it's in Mandarin. I mean...come on!

Coco 和 Bonnie 的画画。
Coco and Bonnie's drawing!
2. We recently had to make a very difficult but very clear decision to remove Coco from her previous school. Over the past few weeks I think things have turned out even better than I could have hoped. Coco has transitioned to our lovely bilingual Montessori school beautifully. She is making new friends and even though she sometimes complains that they don't speak much English, she is really putting in a lot of effort to bridge the gaps in other ways, one of which is by using artwork to express herself with her friends - they create a lot of drawings together. I am beyond proud of her. She had to attend one day alone without me and Milan, which gave her some trepidation. But at the end of the day she said proudly, "Mommy! I spoke Chinese to everyone all day! I even spoke to myself in Chinese!"

3. During a conversation about "going home" - Milan exclaimed excitedly, and almost indignantly, "This IS my home!" He thinks of China as home, which is everything I could want as his mother. Today, when speaking with our Chinese teacher, Jun, Milan said, "Jun isn't Chinese...he's American AND Chinese...just like us!" (Because he speaks English.) And while I get that my son might be confusing the nomenclature of language and nationality, to me what is more important is that he is identifying himself as belonging here and with people he meets, not as separate and temporarily withstanding living in a strange place. It’s just incredibly wonderful and comforting as a mom to know your child feels at home in such challenging circumstances.

4. Last week, Howard debuted his first full sentence, which was…in Mandarin! In response to a question asked of him in Mandarin by our ayi (which means "aunt" and is also a job title, as well as the way most children will greet a woman they do not know to be respectful and welcoming), whom I'm pretty sure he loves like a second mother.

“Howard 妈妈在哪儿?” “Howard where is your mom?”
“妈妈在那儿。” “Mama is there!”

So outrageously cute and exciting. Also, his accent is way better than anyone else’s.

5. Even some of the difficulties of living here have been turned into opportunities for humor instead of anger, understanding instead of judgment. This kind of multi-cultural learning is what is most important to me – that my kids learn that they are guests here, and learn to be tolerant of differences, even when it makes them uncomfortable (because I know they are safe). It’s true that people stare at the kids, follow them to take pictures, touch them without asking, laugh at them without sensitivity to how it makes them feel…and it really bothers them, understandably. But we have had many conversations about how to handle these situations, and why what is OK, common, or acceptable in the United States is different than what is OK here, and how to set boundaries without being rude or feeling bad. 

Out of these conversations, I asked the kids to come up with funny ways to interact with people instead of getting mad. Do a dance, meow like a cat...make it fun! Milan in particular dislikes when they squish his cheeks (but come ON, they really are so squishable), so he said, 

“We can do something creepy to make them shiver and fall down.” (??)

“We could get our thumbs wet and stick it out at them and they would scream.” (We are reprimanded constantly by the Grandmas for letting our kids suck their thumbs, not wear a million layers, drink cold water, etc.)

While that's pretty weird, it's also pretty funny.

6. And speaking of Chinese Grandmas and Grandpas...I will never tire of the attention and moral support given to me as a mom of 3 in China. Some people react to seeing me out with the kids like they do for marathon runners about to cross the finish line, lots of people do a double-take, inquiring if all the kids are mine, if the oldest two are twins, give me thumbs up, tell me I'm doing a great job, tell me how lucky I am, smile and chat with the kids, ask how old everyone is, including me! Waitresses will smile and coo and want to cheer up (and even holding and rocking) a fussy baby (so you can enjoy your meal - what??), and never care when your toddler's behavior almost makes them trip in the aisle. The entire culture here celebrates and accommodates children and families. The level of respect for elders and children here is astounding, and makes me feel ashamed of the way children and the elderly are marginalized, disdained, and ignored in the US.  

On Mother's Day, to know my children are happy and thriving in the most challenging situation I have ever been in as a person and by extension, as a mother, is the biggest reward I can have. We are beyond blessed for this opportunity to experience a new culture.  


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