Napblopmo day 3

Onward with the questions!

Elise asks:

Why did you quit Chinese school?

We quit the year M was in a twice a week immersion program at a local university.  (Post about dropping out here.)  I was also doing private tutoring with both M and L so that was already three days a week plus Chinese school on Sundays.  I felt like I was losing my mind.  Chinese school was the least effective of all the Chinese we were doing, so we quit.

I did think about signing the girls up again this year, but honestly I hate spending my entire Sunday there.  If it were on a week night, I would do it, but we see so little of Mr. A it is hard to force the girls to go sit in boring inefficient classes when the could be playing with him.

If I were really going to psychoanalyze us, I would also admit that Chinese school was a tough cultural fit. Mr. A often felt frustrated about being treated as a second-class citizen since he isn’t a native Chinese speaker.   I felt frustrated because it was annoying, disorganized and we didn’t seem to fit in the classes for kids who speak chinese at home (because we don’t) and the very beginner level classes for kids who don’t know chinese at all.   Criticize us if you must, but we just don’t have the emotional energy for it.

I have another post brewing about our Chinese language situation this year (frustrating, annoying), but I have to think more about it.

 

KT asks

Not an adoption question – more on the hapa-side of things. How does your older daughter self-identify? Is it evolving/changing? My hapa daughter (10)clearly is more in touch w/ her chinese-ness than her anglo-saxon-ness. Her closest circle of friends are all asian or hapa-asian. We aren’t sure what the significance (if any) is but we’ve noticed this trend with our hapa nieces and nephews. Is it the experience of being the minority in the community? Very interesting in who she sees as “cute” as well – the asian guys are always”cuter” in her opinion…

This is an interesting question to me because I haven’t actually checked in with M lately as to her hapa-ness.    To answer, I asked her if she knew what “race” is in relation to people from different ethnicities/ancestries.  She said she did, so I asked her what race she thinks she is.  Totally seriously, she answered “human”.

I said no and reexplained “race”.  I wish I had a camera to take a picture of her confused face.  She looked at me like I was the dumbest person in the world.  ”I am half Asian and half European!” she said “You know that, Mommy.”   I asked her if she felt like she was more one or the other and she said no, just half of each.

I tried then asking her if she felt like she looked more Asian or white.  She said, “Well, my eyes and skin and face are more Asian.  My hair is more white.  But strangely, I think some people think I am only white!  Why is that?”  We talked about people assuming Asians have darker/black hair and her hair is solidly brown.  She generally does pass as white even though her individual features (except nose and hair) are very Asian, so I thought it was interesting that she picked up on that.

M has always seemed to be completely comfortable making friends with pretty much anyone.  She does have a girl in her class who is also hapa and I have heard them discussing their half-chineseness often, so I know it matters to her/them on some level.  She also seems to have matured in her understanding of “chinese” since our trip.  Before that she always thought of “Chinese” as being someone who could speak Chinese (which excluded herself), but now she seems to have a more mature understanding of race/culture vs. nationality/language.

She isn’t especially interested in boys yet, so I can’t answer that.   The other thing about M is she is a very exclusive kind of friend.  She prefers a few very very close friends or interacting one on one rather than a bigger group.  Her best friend is white and also loves Harry Potter (which M loves more than life itself) while most other kids at school seem uninterested in HP, so I don’t know how much that factors into the equation.  Her school is about 25% nonwhite (including 10% of the school being mixed race) and her class this year is about 30% kids of color/mixed race.  She has noticed enough to be able to tell me about their heritage (one family from west Africa, one from India, etc.) but I don’t think she is thinking of it with respect to social grouping yet.

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For the record, I am cognizant of the fact that both of these answers are going to make some people say hhmmmmmm and judge us.  I am ok with that.

Girls Growing Up

It only took 5 days for someone to refill the toilet paper roll.  Who finally stepped up, acted like a responsible adult and did it?

L.

Five year old L.

Jeesh.

Two other members of this family will be getting a lecture today and L will get a small treat of some sort and some much-deserved praise.  (Just a note: we don’t even have  the kind of TP holder that has the springloaded stick.  You only have to slip the roll onto a loop.)

 

In other my-girls-are-growing-up news, I taught M to shave her (8 year old) legs today.  While her leg hair isn’t coarse or thick by any means, it has been becoming increasingly visible this summer.

My mom (who is much hairy-er and has darker, thicker hair than I do) had the unfortunate experience of being a hairy pre-teen when Planet of the Apes came out in the 1970′s.  The other kids used to call her “Planet of the [my mom's name]“.

Given the recent release of another Planet of the Apes, I thought we could try to avoid passing that trauma along to another generation.

(I should also note that hair mockery did not encourage my mom to allow ME to shave before I turned 12.  I guess in her eyes my wispy, blondish -though long- leg hair did not impress her hairy-ness at all.)

Hopefully, she won’t need to shave again for another 6 months or so.

 

 

 

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).