Busy times! Here’s a quick update on articles you missed while I was writing somewhere else:
People in China react completely differently to me when they see me with my two children vs. only one child. Click the link to find out what people say.
One of my favorite memories of celebrating the engagement to my Chinese husband is holding hands, walking through lively streets and buying durian together at a vibrant market in Nanning, South China. We enjoyed it at a nearby hostel with a cup of coffee. I had never eaten durian before and probably wouldn’t even have tried it if it wasn’t for my husband.
In this post published on Valentine’s day (I know, it’s been a while), a few other women and I share anecdotes of how our Chinese husbands show love.
“Are you Chinese?” On a sunny winter day in December, an ayi wearing a beige quilted jacket, a receptionist in the new compound we’d live in temporarily, throws this question at my 2.5 year old toddler son. To the receptionist, this question is probably on par with asking “Have you eaten yet?” And to my toddler son, the answer is as simple as the question: “I am.” The female receptionists all laugh about his answer. My son grasps my hand tightly, and we leave for the elevator.
Read the full article if you want to know more about the questions of identity my son is being asked when I take him out in China.
What have you been up to recently?