You are 78 months old.
Spring has sprung and so have you! You are normally quite an active girl but this month has found you jumping and climbing and running and generally happy to be outside every day after school. Your first request when I pick you up is, "Did you bring a snack?" and your second is, "Can we go to the park?" Yes and yes.
It has even warmed up enough on Memorial Day for a swim in Lake Michigan (although at 53 degrees, you lasted only 5 minutes, which was still 4 minutes and 58 seconds longer than me).
Your top two teeth were loose at the beginning of the month and then, just like that, one of them fell out the next day.
Daddy and I have been a bit concerned with how rapidly your teeth seem to jump ship and then, a few days later, one of the fillings in another tooth fell out and the tooth next to it was looking a bit decayed. A trip to the dentist yesterday revealed that you may have "localized juvenile periodontitis". We won't know for certain until we meet with the periodontist, but the only thing you are aware of is that you don't have to wear any mouth jewelry for the time being--a win in your eyes!
There were a few "firsts" this month including learning to whistle, which you now do NON-STOP. And THAT has been annoying to no one letmetellyou.
You marched in your first parade with your school for the Oak Park Ethnic Festival. You managed to be one of the people to carry the school banner which thrilled you beyond belief. You carried that sign for an hour and never stopped smiling.
And now for a few Lucyisms from this month:
Me: Moving is hard.
You: Especially when you have kids.
You: I want to read that book about the Asians and Junior.
You: Where Junior comes in and marches with a bunch of Asians and helps them be free.
Me: You mean Martin Luther King, Jr?
Me: It's about the struggle of black people, or African Americans, to be equal to everyone else. Not so much about Asians...do you know the difference between African Americans and Asians?
You: Like Shia?
You: I'm going to ask him about MLK then. And what it feels like to be black.
Me: Well, then you might want to prepare for him to ask you how it feels to be Asian....how do you feel about being Asian?
I hope you never lose that feeling my darling. What makes you special is your crazy bunch of traits all rolled up into one beautiful package: your humor, your energy, your sparkle, your wit, your mischief, and your unique heritage as a Chinese/American. A lot of adoptees sometimes express that they feel "in-between", that they don't fit in either China or America. I want you to know that you don't have to choose...you are a child of BOTH worlds and that can be so much richer than being a child of just one or of neither. You are made up of unique characteristics from four parents who come from 2 countries. Four parents who love you and whose one concern in life is that you are happy and healthy. What a great place to be.