My Daughter In Law

In my term as Step Dad I have seen two of my stepchildren get married. (More about that later in a subsequent post)  My son married a Chinese citizen and he managed to pluck an Asian angel right out of the Socialist embrace. She grew on me like ivy up Wrigley Field’s wall via time-lapse photography. In other words: faster than Nestlé’s Quik changes white milk into the chocolate variety.

Shall I skip her innate beauty inside and out?  Yes she has that in spades.  And that she is quieter than a church mouse? I love that about her especially with a loquacious beast like me in the same household. Should I talk about how  she chips in more than her share of chores around the house?  With 6 felines that is no easy task.  Yes she possesses all of those traits but it is her authenticity and adaptability to be able to transform her lifestyle from East to West that I confess amazes me the most.  It has been almost two years since she has lived with us and I know that as anxious as I am for my son and she to make their own lives whether it being in Shanghai or in Flushing New York, my tears will fall when this China girl makes her own way with her husband my son. 

Shall I wax on about her talent?  Why not!  She is an artist, photography and computer expert and with very little tutelage from my wife a jewelry maker and creator.  These are but a small handful of her robust talents, which I know will take her wherever she wants to go whether she becomes a woman of the West or returns to her roots in the land of the Terra-Cotta Warriors and Horses.