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If Love Is an Open Door, I Need a Doorstop

One of the tasks assigned in my accountability group a week or so ago was to choose a value and see how you currently interpret it and how you can be better at achieving it. I am not one that actively pursues values in so explicit a manner so after googling “values” I alighted upon “openness” as one that sounded good.

I have long considered myself an open person. I generally see the best in people and their motivations and am more than willing to learn about things that I am not as well versed on or familiar with. Since last year I have been trying to be even more so with the books I read and the conversations I have with others about topics that confront my ignorance and my privilege like race, gender identity, and (though to a lesser degree) politics. I see this process as a life long pursuit and, quite frankly, that is how it should be since I will never be omnipotent nor should I give off the attitude that I am.

Since partaking in this exercise I have definitely caught myself at times not being open to opinions that are contradictory to my own. There are issues that range from trivial like sports to more difficult like race that I see instances where I need to be more open to other opinions. A good deal of this stems from long held feelings of people not really listening to me so I feel that if I accept something that goes, even in some small way, against my current opinion that only serves to prove that my opinion is still not valid so I can be dismissive. But rather than making me feel better this only reinforces the stereotype that I am a know-it-all and that I should work to fix this behavior in myself so I can contribute to a better dialogue. So what if people are bad in their delivery? That can still annoy me but it shouldn’t diminish what they have to say. Lord only knows that I need all the help I can get when I am trying to make myself understood.

So though it is difficult and can be uncomfortable I choose openness. After all, openness is the only way that the problems can be examined from all sides out in the open so we can see what can truly be done about it.

Life Isn’t Perfect, But It’s Mine

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I found this cute picture on Pintrest a long time ago. While my husband and I were dating I gave it to him, detailing how even then I knew that I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. On that score, this is absolutely true. Barring a disaster I fully intend to always be with him and together I know we will have a great life.

But the problem with lists like this, both in print and in one’s head, is that things do not go according to plan. I am always quick to jump in and say that I am not a perfectionist since it has such a negative connotation but I do like to plan and I do get bent out of shape when things don’t go my way (though thankfully much less than I used to).

These check marks might be cute but they can set you up for failure emotionally. For example, though it doesn’t get that granular we have not yet had a honeymoon. This has been due to a variety of factors: money, green cards, and unexpected family visits. All of which are valid and, at times necessary, delays. But it still bums me out that I have not checked this off the list (especially since we deserve a vacation!).

Similarly, we are entering that stage in our lives when we are thinking about having children and, at times, are being pressured to. As anyone who is a parent will tell you there is no way you can fully prepare which terrifies me as a planner. So I am not sure how those check marks will turn out. I will likely not be ready. There will likely be outside unsolicited advice as to what I should be doing once I have children. But all I know is that in one respect this picture is right. It will be my husband and I supporting each other and raising our children with all the love we can muster.

So maybe we won’t hate as an idyllic picture of brining our baby home or sending them off to school (if that is even the path they choose so in that sense the picture is trying to bring me down a path that I don’t know will be the right fit for them). Maybe instead of a honeymoon we will wait until the last step on this picture and have it be a retirementmoon. I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me to not stick to “THE PLAN” but honestly each day it feels a little easier not to. My life might not be the traditional perfect but it is mine. And as long as I enjoy it and who I share it with (I can happily say so far so good on both of these!) that is my definition of pretty darn awesome.

First Week in Review: New Years Resolutions

One week down! I have never been particularly good at sticking to resolutions so this year I intend to write down those resolutions and each week frankly assess my progress. Here we go!

  1. Use my exercise bike every day. So far so good! I have been riding two miles every day and my husband has been doing so as well since we are competitive. I try to do this in the morning but as long as I get around to it before I go to bed that works for me!
  2. Use my arm weights every day. Ditto to above! I have been using this workout by Olympic swimmer Dara Torres and it has been great! My arms hurt but hey that means I am making progress.
  3. Write at least two blog posts a week. Today is helping me fulfill this goal! I need to be better at writing as soon as I have a good idea but this week was all about trying to get used to the other goals on this list so I am still within the week! Plus, at least for my gratitude post, it was nice to keep it until the end since so much great stuff happened to me after Monday so it wouldn’t have been captured right away.
  4. Find (and hopefully start) a new job in 2018. This obviously won’t happen overnight. But I am taking advantage of a relatively light schedule at work to have informational interviews which has been wonderful to learn more about what I can do ay my current job to build up my skill set and see what is available in the education field.
  5. Say Yes and No quicker. This goal needs some context. Though I still get back to people within 48 hours (which is a lot quicker than a lot of people) I always feel bad when I don’t get back to people right away when they invite me to do something. Usually this is because I am not sure if I want to go but don’t want to hurt feelings (especially since it is rare that I am not the one initiating plans) and also I am not sure that my husband will want to do the thing (he is very up front about whether or not he wants to do stuff and is always supportive if I want to do something on my own so I am not sure why this is such a sticking point for me). I didn’t need to act on this goal this week but this is super important to me going forward.
  6. Use social media more effectively. This week I have been working on posting on different platforms, including practicing my Chinese on WeChat and Weibo. But I need to get better, especially with LinkedIn which will help me with Goal #4 as well.
  7. Drink more water. I downloaded Plant Nanny to help me have outward accountability (I don’t want to kill my plant!) and I have been doing decent. I am supposed to drink six glasses a day and I have been doing pretty well but there have been a couple days were I just felt super saturated so I only drank 3or 4 glasses. But honestly even this is still better than where I was so as long as I make it halfway through my goal each day I will be happy.
  8. Call a different friend once a week. My friend Paige actually beat me to the punch this week and called me so that was a wonderful surprise to catch up! Plus, I am continuing my habit of always responding to texts in a timely manner since I want to continue to treat folks how I want to be treated.
  9. Stay in touch, above all, with how [I] feel. If you recall I wrote a blog post about a fortune cookie that I got last year and I am doing my best to follow this advice. I have been talking about things that annoy me more and right away so they can’t sit in my head and fester. But rather than venting to whomever I have been talking to colleagues and friends who can empathize and offer solutions rather than get into a cycle of complaining. Topics this week include how bureaucratic work has been and the current administration.
  10. Study Chinese at least four hours a week. Between a slow schedule at work and y passion for studying in general I have exceeded this goal this week (though I did not actually count the hours). I am hoping I don’t fall off the wagon with this like I have done in the past couple of years so I will keep you posted!
  11. Be even more intimate with my husband. I was on my period which never makes me feel particularly sexy but all of the kissing and cuddling this week has been fantastic (not that we ever have a problem with this). I am looking forward to this goal most of all.
  12. Stick to the budget my husband and I make. My husband and I updated our Excel and made a plan this week so I am hopeful that we will be able to save even more! However, I did feel a little guilty that I bought a couple fun things for myself this weekend but my husband was super supportive and didn’t mind at all so this was more self-inflicted. Besides, it is good to support small businesses so while I am not going to go crazy I definitely want to make my small purchases count in the grand scheme.

This Week in Gratitude: Christmas, Gift Cards, and Hopes for the Future

  1. I celebrate Christmas but I think that what I felt yesterday could absolutely be applied to any celebration, be they within other religions or just simply fun times. I have always had for the most part fun Christmases but this year in particular I just felt so at peace. I got to see all the family on my mom’s side, including my cousin through FaceTime. We shared laughs, a good meal (which I got to help cook for), and companionable silence. At home with my parents and my husband my mom was less stressed out and let me help her with things more which just made it feel so special since I want her to have a good time too. Although my parents think we spent too much on them, we were able to treat them how they always treat us and give them great presents. But most of all, there was just so much love in the house and it made me really see the true beauty of the holiday season.
  2. When Weifang and I switched over to Verizon for cable we got a gift card that we could use on any Verizon products. I went to my local Verizon store today and was not only able to help my parents finish paying off their phones but also take care of our whole joint bill for this month. As an added bonus I got to confirm that my phone is all paid off so that means cheaper bills for me in the future as well. It was wonderful to take this card and pay it forward with my parents who graciously let me be a part of their plan and remove some stuff from their plate as we round out 2017.
  3. Over the past week, Weifang and I have been writing down our 2018 goals, getting our budget plan in order, and just looking forward to the future. At work these couple of weeks represent some down time but it has given me the opportunity to really explore what I can and am able to realistically achieve, see how I can help my husband in his journey, and connect with liked minded people and learn from them in the self improvement Facebook group I am in which is connected to the podcast Tiny Leaps, Big Changes. New Years might seem like an arbitrary time to be doing this but I don’t care I am looking forward to all of the triumphs and challenges that 2018 will bring!

House Guests for Eternity: Remember Love

These past few blog entries are just a taste of the ups and downs of the four months that my in-laws lived with us. I joked with friends that perhaps I would write a book about it and who knows maybe I will. I certainly won’t lack for material in the years ahead to pad it out. And it has been very cathartic to write this out to you all so thank you for your attention and your support.

I thought I would close this series  out (for now) with a lesson so obvious it should have come to me earlier but of course it took having to hear it on a podcast to really make a light bulb go off above my head. In her podcast Happier, specifically #124, Gretchen Rubin and her sister Elizabeth Craft talked about the importance of “remember[ing] love.” As they put it ” When someone is bugging us, often we can re-frame the situation by remembering: this person’s annoying behavior is an expression of love.” This in no way excuses the behavior. I still worry about how my relationship with my in-laws will evolve especially as my Chinese gets better so I will not be able to hold my tongue. But for the most part I can see that this behavior is coming from their own place of fear and hope. Fear that we will leave them behind, hope taht they can help make a better world for their children and eventual grandchildren than they had, the need to make sure that their culture is not forgotten. I hope that I have done a good job in letting them know that they have nothing to fear and that I understand where they are coming from. And that I will always appreciate them for influencing in their own way the wonderful person my husband Weifang has turned out to be. I also hope that when they look at me they too can remember love and see that I am doing my best to fit in and that all I want is to be accepted and treated with respect.

Because, in the end, isn’t that what we all want and need? To love and remember love?

House Guests for Eternity: Who Is Parenting Whom? Bring on the Grandchildren!

My husband and I always joke that having a cat is helping us get prepared to be parents, from feeding her to dealing with tiny creatures jumping on us at ungodly hours of the morning. But, honestly, his parents staying with us for four months likely prepared us even more. We had people sharing our space so we couldn’t get away. We had to give in to whims that didn’t always suit us and man could they get on our last nerve. But still we loved them anyway. And that included when we had to broker between the two of them when drama on both sides of their family caused them to yell at those family members and at each other at all hours, sowing discord in our household. I mean if we can look after two 50 year olds teens should be a breeze.

The main difference between taking care of Weifang’s parents and eventually having children of our own is choice. His parents dropped in on us with little warning and definitely overstayed their welcome. There was little to no choice on our part. We had to take each day as it came and only our love for them and each other kept us sane. Regardless of how scarred my psyche still is after being invaded for four months I am so glad Weifang and I came through this stronger and were able to be each other’s rocks through it all. If that is not one of the joys of parenting and magical aspects of a wonderful marriage I don’t know what is.

One major example that we both had to support each other on came not three days into their visit. And it was the subject of grandchildren. I know, big surprise. Weifang and I are planning to have children soon and we have talked about this with my family, his family, and friends at length. In fact, the last time his parents were here for our wedding we talked about this and they agreed that waiting a few years was fine. The Chinese zodiac was even on our side with the next few animals having good traits. So needless to say we were flummoxed by the fact that this time they decided that we needed to have kids ASAP. After all they had had Weifang when Weifang’s mom was 22. Clearly we were behind and now people were wondering if there was something wrong with us.

This hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt so violated that now they were going to try and take away what I consider to be the preeminent and most important choice that I will ever make. Weifang and I want the best for our children. We want to have a great environment for them to grow in and be able to support them in all that they do, not just monetarily but also spiritually and mentally. For someone who constantly brings up her past of being poor and wanting the best for her children, it hurt that my mother-in-law thought that I was damaged in some way since I too want the best and therefore wanted to wait. I am for goodness sake at 22 we were both still in school, something she placed as very important for her children since she could not complete it herself. And we weren’t going to get married for another two years. Why all of a sudden does our desire to be the best we can be make us bad people? I can’t believe that we basically had to restate to them our position and they acquiesced that we were right. I cried for an hour afterwards in our room after this.

I won’t lie, I am still terrified of this conversation. Sure I joke that for every time they mention it I add another six months to our timeline but honestly it is because on top of worrying that I am not good enough because I haven’t had children yet, I worry that I won’t be able to parent my own children. My in-laws are all set to help us out when we do have them and I am incredibly grateful to have both them and my parents, and my aunt who used to work with premature babies and all my friends who have recently had kids to turn to for advice. Don’t ever think otherwise. I will gladly take the help. But only when I need and, most importantly, ask for it  it. Like my choice to decide when I want to have kids, I am afraid that my husband and I will not be allowed to learn how to parent our own children because “mom knows best” or “you must be so tired” or any of those other ways that people will try to worm their way into our new parenthood. I really hope that this is just my anxiety talking and my husband means what he says when he says that it won’t happen and that if it does he will back me up. But I am still unsure. It is hard to stand up to your parents; I’ve gotten my head bitten off enough to prove it. And parenting is scary when you are in charge of this perfect little person. But I hope we have the courage to demand respect for what we want from our parents when it comes to help with our children and the freedom to just be the parents that I know we can and will be with time and support.

 

House Guests for Eternity: For the Love of Food

Food is awesome. Let me get that off my chest first. I love food. I like trying new kinds of food (even though it makes my mother snarkily say “Whose kid are you?” since, shocker, like many kids I was picky when I was younger). A big part of my cuisine expansion was traveling to several foreign countries in high school and college, including China. As a result, I have tried most Chinese foods at least once (though I cannot really handle spicy foods, sorry Sichuan) and like the majority of them. Even Weifang stares at me with something bordering on awe when I ear certain things with no complaint, including ones he himself would never eat (yes, I did the tourist thing in Beijing and ate bugs on a stick. It’s all about the sauce people).

As a result, I have been quite easy going when it comes to food my in-laws cook, be it in China or during their extended stay in our house. Home cooked meals are wonderful. As someone who loves to cook there is nothing better than preparing a meal for loved ones and giving them nourishment in the physical and spiritual sense.  And it is a wonderful way to bond while learning new recipes and why certain foods are important culturally or have become certain family members’ favorites. Though I am sure it might have been just “Mom speak” Weifang’s mother would tell me which are his “favorite” dishes, something my ramen-loving husband never really brought  up.

I have to say though, as much as I enjoyed trying out new foods and eating old favorites, coming home to a wonderful smelling house, and eating together after four months it got a bit old. I did not cook for four months. I ate way too much food to not appear rude since we were “too skinny” for four months. I was barely taught any of the recipes for four months. This one hit me especially hard since I want to learn how to cook these meals so eventually I can teach my children and also cook for my family, including my in laws should they actually want to relax for a change. Coupled with the fact that they always praise my willingness to learn and criticize my sister-in-law for not learning it always confused me as to why aside from the odd dumpling or dishes that are very similar to ones I have taught myself to cook I was not taught.

The anxious part of me saw this as a way for them to always have an excuse to be in our house or stop by. “Oh my grandchild needs to eat more” or “Oh my son misses his favorites I will cook” or, the worst of all, “Oh you should relax you are too busy.” I appreciated the help and will always appreciate the help and love that comes from my in-laws’ cooking. But I worry that it will be used as a means to keep me in the dark and apart from what binds the rest of the family together since this food is not what I grew up with. Plus, since my mother in law always talks about having to learn everything herself after she got married I wonder why, like with other things she doesn’t seem to like about my grandmother-in-law, she wouldn’t want to break the cycle and use this as a way to bond. That is certainly what I would do if my children’s partners wanted to learn how I make certain things for Thanksgiving or other meals. Really, I just want to be included and show them that I can be a good daughter-in-law.

I am doing my best to not overthink on this too much. I know that as time goes on I will learn more and some of it just might have to be what my husband and I are currently doing which is try to learn a new recipe every couple of weeks or so on our own. I don’t want to politicize these wonderful family meals. And it would likely not have caused me as much stress if it hadn’t gone on for four months. But, just once I would like them to sit down to a meal I make and not complain about how “simple” American food is. I mean yeah, we don’t typically have four or five dishes for every meal it is true. But Chinese food, like American food, has both easy-to-make dishes and hard-to-make dishes. The whole point of visiting somewhere is to try out new things. Even if I go to a McDonald’s in another country I only order the dishes that are specifically catering to that market. It is one thing to miss your home cooking or stick to what you know. It is another to insult the cuisine even if you didn’t me for it to sound like that. I hate when American food is called simple. We have so many diverse foods and regions as a result of our amazingly diversified population including authentic and hybrid Chinese food. To me, like or family, there is much to learn, and enjoy about these two different and varied cuisines.

This Week in Gratitude: Health, Hilarity, and Husbands

  1. As a typically healthy person, this particular focus on gratitude is important to me this week in particular. First, one of my closest friends just gave birth to a healthy baby girl and the whole family is doing fine which is the best news anyone can get. Another close friend of mine is expecting her second child (her first will be two in April) and considering her fears about infertility both of these children are a wonderful reminder of her good health (and of course theirs!). Finally, and this week’s posts over all will have this bent, I am happy that I have now made it another year with little if any health concerns myself (today is my birthday AND that tongue sore I told you about last week healed over the weekend so double YAY!). With all of the concerns surrounding health care and several health scares within my and my friends’ families this is something to be grateful for every day.
  2. I often like to listen/watch videos at work to keep my mind sharp while working on Excels, take mini mental breaks, etc. This week I remembered just now much I love the show Whose Line Is It Anyway? and was bingeing old episodes on YouTube. Between these talented performers and Monty Python I have been ruined for what today passes as comedy. I am so grateful that these skits have been preserved for posterity so I can share them with friends and my future children.
  3. Once again, and always, my husband makes the list. My phone temporarily froze on me today and the stress of needing to use it to talk to my parents for my birthday dinner coupled with needing it for work tomorrow and being hangry since it was lunch time put me in a bad mood. I will admit I was being dramatic but man what a way to spend a birthday! As always my husband coolly figured out how to restart my phone and it worked! I seriously do’t know what I would do without him or how he puts up with me sometimes. Just know, my love, that I will always be grateful for you no matter what. I hope that helps!

Still Relevant: My Experience with America’s Immigration System

Disclaimer: I wrote this for the advocacy group FWD.us on the request of my friend Jing who is going through the immigration process herself. This is of course my own experience and as I mention I am well aware of just how good I have it and how lucky/privileged I am to have made it through the first round of this process with my husband relatively unscathed. But as we go through the second round of his permanent residency status (you have to renew after two years) what I felt then and what is still currently happening in our immigration system makes this post remain relevant. I hope that it provides some comfort to those navigating this difficult process and lets them know that the President doesn’t speak for all of us. I, for one, know that you are what makes America great and I wish you speedy application clearances. 

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My husband Weifang and I met in 2009 at the University of Delaware. After having a class together we exchanged emails, kept in touch over the summer when he went back home to China, and once school started back up in September officially became a couple on the 5th after seeing Pixar’s UP as our first date. Over the past 6 years Weifang has truly been the Carl to my Ellie, my partner and best friend in all things, through challenges and amazing adventures. It was always hard to say goodbye to him when he had to go home and nerve-wracking while I waited to hear if his visa had been approved so he could come back to school for the next you and, more importantly, to me. And while navigating a cross-cultural relationship has its share of challenges (least not of which language barriers though I do speak some Chinese), it has truly made us both grow as people and gives us an additional special bond.

When Weifang asked me to marry him on July 27, 2014 all of my dreams came true. In front of our parents, who were meeting in person for the first time, we knew that we were beginning the start of a new adventure together that culminated in the most perfect wedding we could ever ask for on May 9th 2015 with all my family and our friends in attendance. On February 2nd we will have another wedding in China with Weifang’s extended family and with my parents so both sides of our relationship can be represented and celebrated.

In between there have definitely been challenges while dealing with the immigration process, which we began in earnest after we got married. Weifang had to renew his EAD card which allows him to work in the United States. As we were applying for an adjustment of status for him, we combined this with the overall green card process. All told, Weifang was out of work for 3 months before he got his card, a typical timeframe but nonetheless very trying on us. Twice I had to ask my parents for support as between paying for our costs of living and my student loans (a topic that also requires massive reform but not worth discussing here) my savings dried up. Some might say “Well you could’ve gotten a courthouse marriage so you could’ve started earlier.” And sure, we could have. But I find it insulting that we would have to have what I deem (though I mean no offense to those who actually prefer a smaller wedding) to be an impersonal wedding just to make sure that we could get what we need in a timely manner. If I may be girly for a moment I wanted our wedding to be not just what we dreamed but also a wonderful experience for our family and friends from China, a quintessential US experience if you will. The fact that people like us and my friends (one whose Canadian husband was out of work for SIX months while waiting for his EAD) have to wait so long for something that should be relatively straightforward is insane. I completely understand the need to conduct background checks, no question. But when this is a service that US taxpayers quite literally pay for I feel like we should both expect and demand better results. Weifang and I were beyond lucky because his work was more than willing to wait for him to come back no matter how long it took (his boss had to go through this herself being from New Zealand originally) and more importantly that he had a job in the first place and did not have to try and find a job while he was in EAD limbo like he had had to the first time he applied for an EAD. I want to send along my well wishes and prayers to all of those families out there who are not as fortunate and are waiting in that very same limbo for months on end with no one available to answer their questions. I truly hope that we can get this resolved so those that are going through all of the proper channels to work in the US can be rewarded with a swift process and the freedom thereafter to pursue the jobs that they want and deserve.

Now to the overall green card. I am happy to report that as of last night Weifang received his good-for-two-years permanent residency card and we could both breathe a collective sigh of relief as we are assured that now only a huge disaster can separate us rather than some unfiled paperwork. More importantly, I can rest easy knowing that as we touch back down from our wedding next February my husband will be sitting beside me and not prevented from returning to his adopted home.

Compiling the paperwork was not terribly difficult. We have amazing friends who wrote wonderful affidavits on our behalf and my parents were more than willing to help me prove that I could financially take care of my husband while he was going through this process. As I mentioned above, the biggest pet peeve I had with the process was the amount of time and the inability to get answers. Once again, as a proud citizen of this country, background checks are a necessary measure that should not be rushed through and I completely understand that. As someone for whom patience has long been a problem this was definitely a lesson for me but I nonetheless understood the need for time and caution even in cases like my husband’s, someone who had been granted visas again and again and who already was qualified to work here. Once we got to the actual interview (which by the way is NOT like the movie The Proposal with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds so don’t worry about knowing the color of someone’s toothbrush) we received out approval that day and got the card in 2 weeks. A wonderful early Christmas present and absolutely worth the effort to have my best friend by my side.

The worst part of this experience is something that should be addressed and that is how powerless this system can make you feel. I mean, we are going up against the federal government with nothing but hope and internet forums that, while helpful, do not describe a one-size-fits-all experience. There should be some way that we as appliers should be able to learn more about the status of our case, the best means about getting the information we need to submit, and just the ability to talk to actual people. When we would go to the regional office to ask questions or get our interview, the real people involved in looking over our cases were wonderful and helpful. But on the average day you cannot get that support. All you get is a static progress tab on the website that never changes until the last minute, letters asking for evidence that arrive weeks late and end up delaying the process, and explicit instructions that you cannot contact anyone about your case until after months have gone by whereupon they will then “look into the reason for the delay” which helps you none when all you want is peace of mind. When we actually talked to employees at the regional office they expressed frustration with their own inability to help couples like us because of lack of funds (again though we pay for these services they continue to face cuts) and miles of red tape. How is that any way to run a business, much less a federal service which many depend on and which politicians tout as the way that everyone should get into this country? I am in no way advocating for illegal immigration but facing this level of bureaucracy I can see the appeal, especially when your family needs money yesterday. As someone who grew up in a privileged background I have never had to deal with such situations of near desperation before and while my own desperation was minimal compared to what others face it was on its way to destroying parts of myself that previously had been naively kept safe. It definitely made me more grateful for what I have and started a fire in my belly about something that I have acknowledged needed fixing but now that I have been on the inside want to see changed.

One final note I will leave is the need for people applying for green cards, work visas, etc. is the need for a lawyer. Our lawyer did his job but on the whole caused more stress than he alleviated. Despite me asking him numerous times to review our paperwork he delayed the filing by looking at it at the last minute and then stated “Oh you need such and such.” During the process he was largely unresponsive to emails and phone calls, mostly just telling us in a condescending manner to “calm down” rather than explaining to us what was going on. As someone who had had to go through this process with his own wife I was expecting more compassion but didn’t receive any. The best part was when he showed up late to our interview, forcing us to waive our right to counsel since apparently something that would greatly affect our lives was not worth his time. During the interview our case worker told us not to worry since even if they do show up lawyers would just “sit at the back and not do anything;” he even had a lawyer fall asleep while he was interviewing a couple. We basically paid $2000 for a rubber stamp that ultimately won’t care one way or the other about what happens with our case (though he sent us a congratulatory email with lots of exclamation points and then had the gall to ask us to rate his services). I am in no way generalizing that all immigration lawyers are like this; I know for a fact there are many caring individuals who go above and beyond to help their clients. But I feel, from what I have heard from friends who have also gone through this process, that often our needs are not being met. When you are going through something this stressful you want someone who will actually advocate on your behalf. Even if they are running into the same red tape that we do it would be nice to know from time to time that they care and are in our corner.

My husband and I’s case turned out in the way that we hoped for and we are excited to start this next phase in our adventure. But that does not mean we do not worry about friends and family who are going through this process themselves. This system needs to change to show that the United States cares more about the people than the paperwork. Safety and security should not be sacrificed but there needs to be the understanding that the majority of the people going through this want to help make this country and, in turn, themselves better. And I think that as it stands right now this system has lost sight of that. So if I may address the US Government directly I would tell them to protect and respect their foundation or risk seeing it crumble around them.

Loving My Hair: A Lesson In Self Esteem

 

Today I did something really liberating: I got rid of my hair straightener. Now you might ask how is that liberating? Sure, your hair will thank you since it won’t be subjected to high heat anymore and you have fulfilled your goal of spring cleaning but liberating? Really? Yes, strange as it sounds, really. You see, I have thick, curly hair and when I say thick and curly I mean thick and curly. I’m talking Gene Wilder-esque looks like I was electrocuted when I wake up hair. And as much as I love Mr. Wilder in Young Frankenstein having this as one of the few ways I can describe my hair did not do too much for me growing up. Sure, I love the fact that I will never go bald but having my mom practically yank my hair out of my head when she helped me brush it when I was little and almost breaking a brush or two in it (yea, that happened) was never fun.

Nor was getting teased about it at school. This is where the straightener comes in. During intermission for one of the plays I was cast in  in high school, one of my friends decided it would be fun to straighten my hair to see what it looked like. And I have to admit it looked pretty good. When I saw my parents after the show they told me that had had to do a double take to find me in that scene. However, right before that one of my “friends,” who liked the straightening asked me how I got my hair to “look like a rat’s nest” beforehand. He knew that my hair is curly like that so needless to say it hurt a lot. And since I had gotten so many compliments on my hair being straightened the first thing I did the next day was buy a straightener from the mall. If straight hair was the only way I would get compliments on my hair then darn it I was going to straighten my hair every day.

Now, this feeling that my hair was my worst feature went farther back than just the one mean comment in high school. As I have written in other posts I am a nerd and (at least now) really proud of that fact. But when you see Princess Diaries for the first time and realize that the way you look if considered ugly and uncool in the movie and the main character only really starts to get attention and be noticed after her transformation it really sticks with you. As I am not ashamed of how I looked you can see the picture for comparison. 

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True story: after I “improved” my image by getting contacts and straightening my hair every day my friends told me I had “pulled a Princess Diaries” and grown into myself. Now, I will not say that I am glad I stopped hiding behind my glasses and braces and discovered my unique style and felt more confident. But my hair continued to plague me. Even when I straightened my hair the humidity would frizz it or my hair would be too thick to hold the straightness in and it would just become wavy and crinkly. So that wasn’t really working either. My mom, whose hair is quite similar to mine, would always tell me that she wished I would wear my hair curly since it looked so pretty. I wanted to believe her but 1. She is my mom and obligated to say those things and 2. I didn’t know how I would be able to since no products that claim to “tame frizz” or the like actually worked on my hair.

So what changed? Why I am now alright with wearing my hair curly and getting rid of my straightener? A couple things: 1. I stopped caring as much and 2. People began giving me compliments. When I say I stopped caring I don’t mean about how my hair looks or what people thought of it; anyone who says otherwise to either of these is probably lying. What I mean is that I decided that I was given this hair for a reason and if I was ever going to truly love myself I had to tackle my self esteem issues at the source. After I got my hair cut really short I decided that I would let it remain curly and no longer straighten my hair. Here I have to give a big shout out to Herbal Essence because I found that its Tousling Mousse, while not always taming down the frizz, allowed my curls to be defined rather than just a wavy mass. And now that I was wearing my hair down with its big curls, I discovered that I looked good in the retro style hats that are coming back in style and that the curls accentuated my favorite headbands. It seemed like this change in feeling about my hair would allow me to explore defining my own style further.

Then came the compliments. My friends would ask me how I got my hair to look like that since it looked so “perfect” or “retro” and I would happily reply that aside from the help from the mousse I described above it was all me as I naturally am. This made me really happy since until then the feature I got and still do get complimented the most on is my eyes. Now one cannot change one’s eyes, only play them up with makeup and the natural light that shines from within all of us. To get complimented on my hair, something else that in the end will always remain the same no matter how many different styles it goes through, was a welcomed change and made me see that my efforts at changing my perceptions were not for naught. 

My boyfriend has been the biggest source of these compliments and also the most important. After all, it is everyone’s nightmare that they wake up with their loved one only to have the worst case of bedhead. Since sometimes my head looks like it has bedhead even when I’ve been up for hours this was a genuine fear of mine. He had never teased me about my hair except when I would tickle him with it but since I have always been concerned about how my hair looks I wanted to know that he liked me on the days I didn’t straighten my hair; he still teases me about how I would ask him if I looked “poofy”. In fact, my boyfriend told me after I started wearing my hair curly all the time that he actually prefers that I wear my hair naturally. And in a way that made it come full circle, he refers to my curly hair as my “princess hair.” How ironic that I was subconsciously trying to look like a princess for him by straightening my hair to cover up its curliess only to already be a princess when I just let myself be myself in all my poofy glory. 

In the end, what is most important is not the compliments but realizing that I, like everyone else out there, am a princess (or prince, I’m not forgetting you guys!). And not every princess needs to have straight hair or a tiny waist or the best clothes or whatever else makes people feel inadequate. A princess just loves herself for how she is already and that is what other people love her for. I will continue to have my poofy days but at the end of the day I will still be me.