Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Wordy Wednesday #43: A Chinese Christmas
It has been a tradition for my daughter's entire life to get together with her "real" mother and family on Boxing Day. Ee-ee (a child's way of writing the Chinese word for "auntie") and Sou-sou (ditto for "uncle") and Che-che ("sister") hail from Macau. They have lived in the U.S. for about 17 years, and we first met them when Eldest was all of six weeks old. I'm sure I've told the story of Maria before. She was the kids' child minder. She was the woman whom Daughter adored above all others from the time she was about six months old until she was about five years old.
After celebrating Christmas at our house a day late, Daughter begged to spend the night with Ee-ee and Sou-sou, and, of course, we all complied with her desire. So the rest of us trekked down to their house on Sunday to retrieve her and eat more dim sum and duck and barbecued pork and Ee-ee's famous rice. [Daughter loves rice, but she specifically loves Ee-ee rice. All other rice is second to that.] Between bites of dim sum, I said to Daughter, "You can admit it, honey. You love Ee-ee more than me."
Horrified, she said, "No, I don't. I love you just the same."
I took it in stride. Our children are who they are in some ways because of the love Ee-ee showed them. I lucked out in a big way when I found Ee-ee. My children lucked out even more.
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