Because I’m recovering from the flu, I thought I’d remind you to read a few great group posts at the group blog WWAM Bam (Western Women & Asian Men, Breaking All Molds) that happen to include contributions from me.
For International Women’s Day: Chinese Women We Admire, you might be surprised to learn that I chose my mother-in-law:
One of the smartest women I’ve ever met pretty much never went to school, worked in a factory for years, and doesn’t shy away from even the toughest jobs around the house and the neighborhood. She can also carry enormous piles of sweet potatoes balanced off of a bamboo rod, knows where to forage for the tastiest wild ferns in the mountains, and cooks some of the most delicious food I’ve ever had in China. Meet my mother-in-law.
I never expected to forge a close relationship with a woman like her, whose life feels as distant from my own as the thousands of miles that lay between her hometown and mine back in Cleveland, Ohio, USA. Yet we’ve bonded in so many ways, especially through our mutual love of cooking great food. I also admire her indomitable spirit. She has survived many hardships in her lifetime and yet faces life with a courageous optimism. This has inspired both me and my husband during our own trials and tribulations. Mother-in-law, thank you for being there for us!
You can read the full post at WWAM Bam.
Also, in How 5 Chinese men show love to their Western women, I open up about some of the small, thoughtful things my husband does every day to show he cares:
Every morning, Jun loves to deliver me a steaming hot cup of my favorite dragonwell tea and a bowl of oatmeal. He’ll set it up right next to my bed so I can stay warm under the covers and enjoy a warm breakfast in bed.
I got a cut the other day when I was shaving my legs, and Jun insisted on putting on the bandage himself.
Sometimes, when I fall asleep before him or he wakes up early before me, he’ll tuck the covers around me tightly to make sure I stay warm and cozy.
After I shower, he’s the one who blow dries my hair, sometimes even combing it afterward. The way he looks at me when he finishes, it’s like he’s admiring his own work of art. It totally warms my heart.
Jun has taught me that love can be found in the details, in the quiet moments we share. It’s this kind of love that has kept our marriage strong for over a decade. I love you, Jun.
I’ll be back on Thursday with a fresh post right here on the blog!