Today, a late mother's day present from M. arrived on the doorstep, two books on real Chinese cooking. Just the other day, out of the blue, he cooked up the most mouthwatering (and improvised) Sichuan-style stir fry - a dish so delicious that I had third helpings at dinner, and then another helping for breakfast the next day, and another for lunch. I think he must have been wondering when these books would arrive, and looking forward to using them! M. is a superb cook, a natural, and anything he whips up (even off-the-cuff) is a sensory feast. I'm a lucky woman.
Randomly, I found this little silk shirt for five dollars the other day when M. stopped at a new baby thrift store on 38th Street. It's a 2T, and I know there will be plenty to buy her in China, but I like the idea of recycled clothes. Toddler clothes have such a brief window of usefulness, quickly as children grow, and I like to reuse them, inherit them, give them a chance to be enjoyed by another child.
(Footnote: All this bounty - this wonderful life we have - feels very bittersweet as I listen to Chinese farmers on the radio wondering if their livestock will survive, townspeople in desperate need of emergency provisions, parents grieving the loss of a beloved only child. I can't reconcile these things. Nor should I. We should never take what we have for granted, not for a moment. And we should all look after one another in times of need. We are all on this little planet together, and I think now is a time to think carefully about how we live here, what sort of footprint we make, and where our priorities lie).