Writing about my mothering experience as a foreigner raising bilingual and bicultural children, dealing with the system on behalf of my special needs son and navigating Chicago and the world with my kids.
There are many things that I want to write about right now, but as of now I don’t have the words. I may try tomorrow, but as of today, I will do as I have done the last day of these past few months, write about the few books I read this month. Books have always been my escape and my solace, and right now we all need a bit of both.
Today I finished The Boy, the mole, the fox and the Horse. I read it with my family, or, to be more precise, to my family. Yes, I am a weirdo who likes to read aloud, especially English, since, after 18 years living in English speaking countries, my English still needs quite a lot of practice. After the first few pages, the kindest of my sons(no, they are not all equally kind, and that is ok) asked, very fittingly, to read the part of the mole. He also likes to read aloud.
Going back to the book, it has been perfect for the last few days. Trying to explain the world to my kids hasn’t been easy in the last few days. They are aware of what is going on, of the pandemic, the police inflicted violence, the unrest… I am glad that I didn’t buy it any of the previous 29 weeks that it appeared in the New York Times best seller list, because it was perfect to convey the importance of kindness and perspective.