Corrupting 6 year olds, one kid at a time

Last night at dinner, I was telling Mr. A a funny story about some teenagers in the park. I happened to mention they were using “bad words”. At the very mention of “bad words”, M’s eyes got big.

“Which word was it?” she whispered, “Was it the S.A. word?”

“What is the S.A. word?” I asked.

“Mama, YOU know,” she said “It means the MIDDLE FINGER.”

I pondered the S.A. word for a bit.  I will admit I was a bit conflicted.  Should I let M continue to think the middle finger is a word that begins with S.A., or should I let her in on the truth?

I decided to stick with my usual parenting philosophy of telling my kids the truth.*

“M, the middle finger word doesn’t start with S.A.  It is spelled F.U.C.K.”  I said.

“F.U.C.K.” She said slowly, “Really? I thought it was S.A.”

“No, there is no bad word that starts with S.A.” I told her.

M looked confused.

“Do you want to ask me a question? You can ask, it is ok.” I said.

“I can’t ask you because L will hear a bad word!” M said.

“Just whisper it, ” I said.

M looked very serious.

“What about …FUNKY?” she said sounding alarmed, “We say Daddy’s feet are FUNKY all the time!”

“Ohhh,” I said, “Not FUNK.  F.U.C.K. rhymes with DUCK not DUNK.”

“Oh.” she said, “I’ve heard that word before.  I didn’t know it was a bad word.”

“Well, now you know.  Fuck is not a word for kids to say. It is a grown up word. Grown ups can say it, but kids can’t.” I told her.

“Why can grown ups say it, but kids can’t?” she asked disturbed by the injustice.

“That is just how it is.  Fuck is like beer.  It is only for grown ups.  When you are grown up, you can say it if you want to, but until then, you can only think it in your head.”

“Oh. Ok.” said M. Then she ate the rest of her dinner in silence.  She was probably thinking Fuck Fuck Fuck the whole time.

*(Most of the time anyway.  Or maybe to be more honest, I tell them the truth when it is convenient for me.)

Making Connections

Earlier this week, I read the book this article was excerpted from and it gave me a lot of food for thought. You can click to read the article yourself, but it talks about the affect of parenting on kids’ racial preferences.  There is a lot of food for thought in that article, but I was particularly interested in the stuff about how more diverse environments do not necessarily mean that kids will make friends with kids of other ethnicities.  In fact, the more diverse the environment, the MORE likely kids are to self-segregate and the LESS likely they are to have friends of a different race.

I have read this article over a few times and it gives me mixed feelings.  The liberal white girl inside me says “Oh noes! What do we do? How can we force the children of all races  to hold hands and sing kumbaya together?”

On the other hand, I am not raising white kids. As a white mom raising Asian and hapa kids, my first and foremost concern has always been that my kids are comfortable relating to other Asian (or hapa) kids.  (I know! I should have my liberal white lady card revoked for admitting that out loud!)

Sure, I think it would be swell if my kids have friends of all different ethnicities and backgrounds, but isn’t it more likely my girls will be friends with kids who share commonalities?  Last year in school, one of the girls M became close friends with has a Chinese American mom and a white dad. I can’t say I was particularly surprised.

Exactly how many close friends do Mr. A and I have who are nothing like us?  Most of our friends fit into more than three of the following categories:

  • Former classmates (high school, college, law school) or coworkers
  • Parents whose kids go to our kids’ schools (preschool, elementary, Chinese school)
  • Lawyers and/or lawyer’s spouses
  • Neighbors from our town
  • Parents of children the same ages as our kids
  • Moms who don’t work
  • People who share our values and political views
  • Families who are similar to us socioeconomically

It makes sense that we are hanging out with people who are similar to us.  We meet these people because they are where we are, doing the things we’re doing. We can relate to their lifestyles and values, because they are our values and lifestyles.

I used to feel a lot of pressure to find Asian kids for our kids to be friends with. Without any real effort (via seeing them at both preschool and Chinese school), we made friends with a couple other families. Unfortunately, their kids don’t go to the same schools as our kids, so we see them less often than we would like. (Not to mention both families are hard working overachievers, so they have busy schedules, not unlike our family.)  When we ran into both these families last Sunday, all the little girls were thrilled to see each other in the hallway. Now that Chinese school is back in session, we are planning to hang out more often.

It is funny though, how I used to think about needing friends so the girls would know other Asian kids, but now these friends are friends because our families have a lot in common: all three families have an Asian lawyer, we all have 6 year old girls, one has a daughter adopted from China, one couple is white/Asian, one dad is 2nd generation Asian American, they all like dim sum etc.  It is nice to have friends who don’t think we are crazy for trying to make the girls learn Chinese and for wanting to travel with them while they are young.  These other families are doing it too.

I don’t worry so much any more about finding Asian kids for our friends to be friends with. I think the odds are good both L and M will end up being able to relate to other Asian kids because they have a lot more in common than just their appearance.  Our family’s values are pretty typical of other Asian American families and our girls will have a lot of shared experiences with Asian kids, I think.

Thinking this through, though, I wonder if L will be able to relate as well to other transracially adopted kids. Since we decided to pull her out of regular Chinese school, I contacted our local FCC to see if she can still sign up for their introductory language class.  She will be starting a class there this weekend. I will confess, I am more nervous about showing up at the FCC class than I was about Chinese school.  I am hoping we can find people there who we have more in common with than just a kid adopted from China.

Language Learning

This weekend was the first weekend of Chinese school.  It is hard to believe that this is going to be our FOURTH year there.  Every year, chinese school is crazy chaotic.  This year was no exception.

Our Chinese school has two tracks for their classes: one for kids who speak Chinese at home and one for kids who don’t.  We have always had M in the Chinese speaker classes (2 years preschool, 1 year kindergarten).  The first year was crazy.  The second year, she had a good teacher and seemed to learn things.  Last year, she hated it,  couldn’t understand what was going on and was bored out of her mind.  This year, we placed her in the 2nd grade level for English speakers.   Mr. A observed the 1st class. It seems like the material is below M’s level, but being the teacher’s pet that she is, she liked being able to raise her hand and answer questions.

I made a minor mistake by trying to sign L up for the 4 year old + class for English speakers.  L is not even 3.5 yet, but she knew a lot of the words they were going to cover due to her Chinese tutoring sessions.  I didn’t know that Chinese School holds kids in the same class until the master it, so this class had kids ranging from 4-8 years old.  L couldn’t sit still or be quiet enough. I ended up taking her out 1/2 way through the class.  I hope we can get our money back.

In addition to Chinese school, both L and M had private tutoring by a Chinese teacher who has actual training in teaching foreign languages.  She is unbelievably excellent at teaching age-appropriately.  Over the summer, we saw her 2 times a week (30 minutes for L and 50 minutes for M).  Now that school is in session (for the girls and for the teacher), we are seeing her once a week.  L might also join her cousin S in S’s weekly session for another 45 minutes each weekend, since Chinese school isn’t going to work this year.  M also continues to have a 1 hour session each week with her other  chinese tutor.

In case you couldn’t follow all that, in an average week it means we have some kind of Chinese on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays, with some Saturdays in the mix too.   It is a lot, but I can really see that both girls are making great progress.

I have just resigned myself to putting off other extra curricular activities (besides M’s soccer and swimming lessons in the winter) for a few more years.  I feel a bit guilty about not adding violin, but I need to get a better handle on the schedule we have now before I throw another activity in there.

I was originally going to write this post about the social issues at Chinese school, but that will have to wait until tomorrow.