I know you can't see much, but you can hear it.
Today was our consulate appointment - we dropped banana strings all over the US Consulate waiting room, rearranged chairs, threw stools and abacuses (abaci?) out the playhouse window, took an oath, and signed some forms to get her visa. We already have her Chinese passport, and once we have her visa, we can leave. She'll become an American citizen as soon as we land in Detroit.
Yesterday was hard. You know I struggle with the issue of taking these children from China and raising them in the US... part of me is ok with it, and the other part feels like I'm acting all entitled, like OF COURSE these kids would be better in the states. This is going to be one of those things I struggle with for the rest of her life, I think - I want to make sure she understands where she comes from and all the wonderful things here.
But I digress. Last night, an American man in his 20s and a Chinese man were sitting outside near us. The Chinese man said, "Oh, your little girl is so beautiful, did you adopt her?" We talked for a few minutes about it, and about her, and it was a perfectly nice conversation. THEN the American dude was all, "It's such a shame. This is the last time that beautiful little girl will hear Chinese." He went on and on and on. I seriously wanted to punch him. Probably the only thing that kept me from doing so was that I didn't actually hear all of this clearly and wasn't sure what he'd said until we stood up, walked away, and they told me. By that time, the 24 pounds of tired Nan Yu were slowing me down and I figured it wasn't worth my effort to walk all the way back and kick that dude in the shins. Hard.
He has NO idea about me, about us, about what we will or will not do with Beatrix Nan Yu. Stupid presumptuous, condescending, jerkface people. Hrmph.