I feel like I've got my butt kicked by a couple of 7 year olds.
Re-entry has been tough.
and in my "Well that won't happen to me because I have parented in sets of two before" frame of mind
I was sadly unprepared.
My two boys who were best friends in China have become, in America, competitors for love and attention.
Much more to come about this in the coming days as I am come out of my state of shock slowly....very,
Essentially I have decided that our time in China was a bit like being in a bubble.
A perfect, safe little bubble......for them.
Still in their own country.
Still eating their own food.
Still surrounded by their own language.
Someone asked me yesterday how we are doing....to which I replied
"Not very well."
To which she said
"Well, at least your honest."
Much more honesty to come.
I think I'm starting to find my feet again.
Thanks for hanging in there with me.