I just came home from a dinner party with the family, in celebration of my mother’s 60th birthday and my godmother’s 70th. We enjoyed a Chinese ten-course meal, or rather it felt like one. How is it that Chinese people are able to eat so much and stay so thin. It boggles my mind. Not this Chinese by the way. Everything I eat I will get back in fat, ten-fold, and it will spread out randomly all across my body. My face, my legs, my boobs, which is the worst place to gain weight for a tiny woman like me.
During dinner my godmother walked up to me and told me that she wanted to chip in for the dinner. That otherwise it would be too expensive for me and my sisters. My godmother is the kind of person who always puts other people’s needs above her own. Her pension pay-out somehow goes into my uncle’s pocket. Her time and energy always goes to the rest of the family. Meanwhile she is living on a bare minimum, never complaining and ever so graceful. My mother is the same. She’ll never ask you for any help. Not because she’s afraid to, but because she is always convinced she can take care of things herself. Words cannot express the admiration I have for my mother and the amount of gratitude really. And then there’s my cousin S. I sometimes forget how old she is. She looks insanely young and in my mind she still is. She told a story tonight about how she held me in her arms when I was still a baby and I would stop crying only with her holding me. I have the greatest respect for her. She is a business woman like no other, fearless as ever. The women in our family have always managed to hold their own, with little or no help of their men. I look at my mother, my godmother, my aunties and cousins, they’re all superwomen honestly.
And now, my cousin H, soon-to-be-mother, stands before an unnerving task as she is preparing herself for the coming of our new family member. With all the superwomen surrounding her, I have no doubt she will do an excellent job. Mother superwoman