An intoxicating mix of relief and pride swept over me the moment my son’s Parent Teacher Meeting ended.

I only had one concern in my mind, but it has been a gargantuan one that has occupied much of my headspace. You see, I try my best to speak to him in Chinese but he responds to me in English without fail. I feel like I have been pushing a boulder up the language mountain without any success.

His Chinese teacher was quick to allay my anxiety by reassuring me that he communicates to her in Chinese.

I could have suffered a case of sour grapes because he CHOOSES not to talk to me in Chinese, but oh man, I’m just gloriously relieved. I count this as a win.

The PTM could have ended then and there, but his teacher continued to comment that he seems to have a good grasp of knowledge about animals. She even gave an example about how my boy correctly shared that birds have 羽毛 feathers 🪶.

Now, who’s the trusted adult who has been drilling Science facts into his offspring’s head? Me me me!

Thus ends my flexing here.