|Fish balls, crab legs, crawdads, fried hard-boiled eggs, dumplings and many unidentifiable things!|
Lila bravely endured First Mama filling her plate with things. She kept looking at me desperately for help. I told her that I didn't like much of it either, but that I was doing my best. This seemed to surprise her and she tried the tiniest little bite of fish ball. Then, First Baba took pity on her and made her Chicken Lo Mein (aka, AMERICAN Chinese food!) and she was a happy camper!
Faith, on the other hand, was in heaven. She LOVES true Chinese food. I joked that her tongue is the most Chinese thing about her. She ate everything First Mama put in front of her and then pointed to things on my plate, which I was all too happy to share with her!
|Hi, First Mama! She waved when she saw me taking a picture!|
Back row: My dad, Faith, Lila, Eric, Beatrix, Me
Front row: First Baba (birth father), Birth Grandma, First Mama and Birth Sister
And then the kids formed a parade. It was...loud.
Chinese New Year is their Christmas - their most important holiday. First Mama is the queen of gathering friends and making them family. The group that came to the celebration included friends from their ESL class, guys who work in their kitchen (and their brave girlfriends!), the ladies who work in the Chinese food department at the HyVee next door, several families who are regulars at their restaurant, and us - their adopted family. I learn so much from them about how to draw a wider circle of community. They love us and welcome us with open arms. They accept us in all of our different-than-them tastes and looks and habits and customs. They call us family and invite us into their most important days. I hope I become more and more like them!