the salad days

We finally hit the salad days of summer over here.  (Actually, I just looked up “salad days” and it would appear that isn’t exactly what I meant.)  Maybe I should say, the sweetest days of summer?

The weather has finally come around to a solid 72-73 degrees and sunny.  I am laying in the grass in the shade on a blanket with M reading right beside me, while L plays in the yard (taking occasional breaks to come sit on me or pepper me with questions or draft me into some imaginary play she is working on.)

Life is good.

I am thinking these will be the memories I think back on when my girls are all grown up and have moved out and I am missing them desperately (please, oh please, let them some day move out).

I imagine my future self will not remember that these sweet memories were preceded by a weekend where Mr. A was very sick and excessively crabby and not much help at all with the girls (which made ME quite crabby).  Or that the children were driving me so crazy I voluntarily blacktopped the driveway so I could escape them.  Or that L is frequently destroying my peaceful feelings by yelling nonsense words directly in my ear.

That is why memories are often better than reality.

But even with all the irritations of real life, these are the good times.  I hope you are enjoying your summer as much as I am.

Princess Tooth

Oh my god.  The experience of installing L’s crown was horrific.  She freaked out and refused to allow the nitrous.  Then, she screamed her way through the whole procedure.

The dentist handled it very well and L tried to be brave, but jeez louise, that was terrible.  I had the option of stopping and rescheduling with valium, but I chose to just get it over with.

She will almost certainly will have dental PTSD after that.

To add insult to dental trauma, now L won’t be able to eat suckers, fruit snacks or sugared gum.  Honestly, these are like her three very favorite things in the entire world.  I wish I had had them pull the tooth and put in a spacer instead.  At least then, if it came out it wouldn’t hurt.  If this crown ever comes off, I will have them pull the tooth.

We are off to get her some vegan soft serve ice cream to sooth her jangled nerves. (Yes, I realize that bribing with more sugar is incredibly ironic given her tooth situation, but jesus, the kid deserves some kind of reward.)

When it Rains, It Pours

Some summer vacation nuggets to pass the time:

-It feels like the weather here has gone back and forth between pouring rain and scorching hot and humid. If this is what climate change is going to do to the Midwest, I am going to take my toys and go…well, somewhere with better weather.

-Today, we found out that L has a gaping hole in one of her molars.  A molar that was just fine in May when we visited the dentist.  Apparently, a filling fell out (or was cracked out by all the sucker and/or gum chomping she does) and in less than two weeks since I first noticed a brown spot on her tooth about a quarter of the tooth is gone.  She will now have a lovely silver princess tooth (crown).  Awesome.

-Next week, M is going to have her own dental procedure (fillings, extractions) which will cost in the neighborhood of $400.

-Did I mention this is a no-spending month for us while we try to pay off the last bits of our China trip?  Between the $650 on dental work and $400 on car repairs this month, the no-spending month is not helping the trip payments at all.   All this avoiding of Target is getting me nowhere.

-Have I mentioned yet that summer vacation is killing me slowly?

-Thanks a lot! I made it into the top 25 on the voting thing!

-M went to a friend’s house today and it appears she and her friend made the incredibly bad choice of dumping baby powder all over her friend’s sibling’s room.  I haven’t decided exactly what logical punishment is most appropriate for that bad judgement.  Should she write an essay of apology? Clean my dirty basement?  I don’t know.  The friend’s mom wouldn’t let me pick her up early or make her clean up the mess there herself (because the girls would have entirely too much fun playing in the mess while cleaning).

 

 

Twisted and Violated

Today, I received an email that someone well-known in the Chinese adoption community named me by name on a forum and cited our reunion with L’s birth family as one that “ involved trafficking which allowed those connections {reunion] to be made..

I am going to take a moment to say for the record, that statement is categorically false.  Every single scrap of information we gathered and person we spoke to who had actual knowledge of our daughter and her family only pointed us in the opposite direction.  We were afraid we might find trafficking, but we did not.

I can’t say more than that without violating the privacy of the kind and generous people who helped us search and led us down the unlikely road of reunion.

If the truth were uglier than the personal (and I suspect quite typical) family tragedy that took my daughter from her family, I believe I would find a way to share it with you all.  I have always done my best to tell the truth here and in other places when I am sharing our story, because so many of you can only guess what your child’s truth might be.  I sacrifice L’s privacy, so you might be able to have a better understanding of your child’s story and what is waiting for you if you search.

I am beyond horrified to see someone have so little respect for my willingness to share and my daughter’s privacy speaking as if they know anything at all about us and our experience.

If you find someone trying to tell you something about our story that doesn’t sound right, please let me know.  (And thank you to the online friend who let me know today.)  I consider L’s family story to be sacred.  There are many, many things I do not and will not share publicly, but what I do share is the truth.  I hate to think one day my daughter will google me and find such false information spread by someone with no concern for her or her well-being.

I believe the situation is mostly resolved for now.  If something similar happens again…well, let’s just hope it won’t.

Would an L by any other name smell as sweet?

A new post today by Meiling at Exiled Sister reminded me that I had previously intended to write a post about my angst about L’s name.   I also read this post she linked to which is critical of adoptive parents’ naming/renaming choices, which made me think this is probably a post that will draw some criticism, but I am going to share our story anyway.

Before we get started, please refer back to this post to see what we had originally decided and our reasoning when we adopted L.  Go ahead. I will wait a minute.

In an effort to make this very confusing issue less so, I am going to assign pseudonyms so you can see what the heck I was trying to say.  (To be clear, these are not L’s names, but they are similar in ease/difficulty of spelling, pronunciation etc. They probably don’t make sense as actual Chinese names.)

Let’s just say L’s orphanage name was Yu Qiuling (Yu being her family name). Qiuling was just an ok, but not really “good” chinese name according to native speakers.  We could live with that.  Mr. A was adament that we not keep the name Qiuling (pronounced Chee -Oh Ling.  Mispronounced as Queeeooooh by people not familiar with pinyin) as her primary name because it was hard to spell and pronounce correctly for most Americans.  I think he was also afraid it would mark her has a recent immigrant.  As the only adult Asian in our house and as the person who has experienced racism his entire life, I figured his opinion carried a lot more weight in this one vote than mine did.

At his behest, I chose a name like Rebecca.  We chose to keep her entire orphanage name, but switched the order in case she decided she wanted to hyphenate her family names.  We also gave her Mr. A’s family name.

We will say her name them became

Rebecca Qiuling Yu Lee

Right before we adopted her, but AFTER we filled out all our legal paperwork (which felt like the point of no return, but in retrospect probably could have been changed in China), we found out she was called Lingling, the diminutive of Qiuling.  You will see in the previous post, we both thought Lingling was a fine name.  Chinese, but easy to pronounce and spell.  We have never called her anything but Lingling. Lingling Lee is how everyone knows her.  She knows her full name, but doesn’t seem especially interested in her other names in any way shape or form.

Fastforward four years.  We locate her birth family.  The first things we found out about them was their names and their children’s names. Let’s say her father’s family name is Chu.   When we met them in person, we asked if they had chosen a name for L before she went to the orphanage.   They had.  The name shared the same generation name with her older sister (let’s call her Anming) and was a lovely name.   Let’s say they named L Anmei.

In the midst of all the overwhelming emotions and processing related to opening L’s adoption, her name loomed large.  What do we do now?

Should we take away her her orphanage name and replace it with her birth name?  Do we remove Rebecca (which she at age 5 neither cares about nor uses and for the record I could care less about myself because she is so very much a Lingling) and change it to Qiuling Anmei Chu Lee?  Qiuling Chu Lee? Or god forbid, Rebecca Qiuling Yu Anmei Chu Lee?  Lingling Anmei Lee?

I had always said I never wanted to take any names away from L, but it seems completely illogical to force the poor kid to have SIX names.

To add another level of complication, her birth family also knows her and refers to her as Lingling.  On the other hand, if we changed her name to include their name or names, it would be clear to them how important we feel her connection to their family is.

I know it sounds like a lot of angst over something that could be nothing, but it felt like such a huge overwhelming responsibility.   I lost many nights’ sleep trying to figure out what to do.

I finally had to decide to table thoughts of legally changing L’s name right now.  I just don’t know which ones will be the most meaningful to her in the future.  I hope she chooses to keep Mr. A’s family name in some way (hypenated? last name? Middle name?), because it means a lot to him, but most of all I just want her to be happy and comfortable with her names.

My current thought is that we set an age at which she can decide on her name and we can go through the legal process of changing it (if she wants to).   It would probably be easiest before she gets a driver’s license and other adult legal documents that would also need to be changed.  (She already has a passport, SSN etc. so it will definitely still require some work.)

What age?  13?  15? 16?  After she demonstrates a consistent desire one specific combination for 2 years?

I don’t know.

 

P.S. I know this doesn’t really address Meiling’s post or the issues she is facing at all.  Her post just reminded me that I meant to write about naming from my point of view.  In all of this overthinking, I always assume L will keep Lingling as her everyday name or maybe Anmei. I would actually prefer it if she chose those names.   If I had to choose the easiest name to drop, it would be Rebecca, the one name I actually chose myself, but maybe one day she will really want a solidly “american” name.  Argh. There is just no way to know what she will want.