So here I am living 2 almost 3 weeks into the Chinese lifestyle. The past week or so has been a time of observation for me. Elijah and I have had a bit more time apart to do our own things. It's harder to observe my surroundings when he is around because I drift into lala land so easily with him. no complaints.
First things first, I have to swallow my pride and tell you how I came to this valuable time to write this new blog entry. It is currently 8:12pm Wednesday night. I taught my 4:00 class and then went to the market. When I got home I tried to unlock the front door. And to my not so pleasant surprise... The door wouldn't unlock. Sooo, here I am waiting in the dark of my cold apartment complex with the lights flickering on and off above me. Vission the begining of a scary movie! I have a bag of groceries so I've been munching and now writing. I hope Elijah gets here soon. Lets just say God has taught me patients. It's quite pleasant to be powerless and understand patients. You HAVE to learn patients in this culture. Things never work according to plan and the plans always seem to change. The only problem is, I really have to pee. Not sure where the lesson in that is hidden. :)
One thing I have observed is the amount of men walking around with their sons. It's very surprising. All times of the day I see dads walking with their sons. Usually the age of the son is around 5-10 years old. If I can, I try to listen into their conversations. Children speak such clear mandarin! When I'm in inspector gadget mode and try to translate what they are saying. The one thing I can make out very clear is their love for one another. They share so much laughter back and forth. I have also seen a few times the two of them playing a tag game where the dad will hit the son and hide behind a tree. I have seen it more than once. It is interesting to me how common it is for a father to be "hangin out" with his son in the middle of the day. It's beautiful to me. I'm not sure if it's cultural or not, but it sure is a quality of life that I pray my children and Elijah will have. Observing all of this sure makes me think of my dad. Even though I grew up in a divorced family and of course went though ups and downs like all families do, I have so much love and respect for my dad. So much of the free spirt within me is from my dad. Thanks dad!
I have so much to write about. I suppose that means I should be blogging more frequently. I don't want to give it to you all at once because then things get missed. I will have to write again soon in the next couple of days. P.S it's 8:34 and Im still locked out. I may just pee my pants.




