At the Children Festival
Buchela peered at the goats.
Learning
- that sometimes rationality is a weak, ineffective weapon against irrationality.
- that fear of what has to be done in the short term can trump the desire to live longer.
- that what is is even though it shouldn't have to be.
Portrait of a Sweet Relationship: My Mother, My Son
Every day when we get off the elevator and walk to our "adis bet" (new home), Buchela asks if "Amaye" is going to be there.
When I unlock the door to the apartment, he runs in calling "Amaye!" "Amaye!" and looks around.
If he doesn't find her, for a brief moment, he gets upset.
Every. Single. Day.
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First Swing
When I first went to a playground here in the US, I was promptly reminded that Buchela has never been on a swing.
We just don't have them where we live in China.
At the Nature Museum
We have found our rhythm here in the US.
I have now something scheduled for Buchela everyday and we are all falling into routine accordingly.
We go to play grounds, the nature museum, library story times and mocha mommy and center for children playgroups.
I hunt down events.
Here, we are at the Nature Museum around the corner from where we live. It is small but enough to entertain Buchela for a while.
Watching turtles.
