Rewinding the Clock
With our kids finally a little grown up (i.e. no diaper bag
necessary) we felt it was finally time to take a little trip inside of China. Now that everyone can carry their own
backpack and pull their own suitcase traveling in China’s most tourism heavy
holiday seemed like a possibility. So we
hopped on a train with the Thorpe crew and headed off to explore Suzhou and
Hangzhou, two famously beautiful cities outside of Shanghai and most
importantly to re-connect with the Doyle family who left us to move south 2
years ago.
Rewind 4 years ago and I was fresh “off the boat” from the
states. Shell shocked and bewildered
with a 5 month old and 2 year old hanging on each side of me, I arrived into
Qingdao not knowing what to expect. Still
wondering where I fit into this strange new world, I happened upon two lovely
ladies at a community BBQ; Carrie with
her 6 month old Mac in arms, and Jill with 1 year old little Zoe toddling close
behind. As it would happen, they were both
fresh to town just like me and providentially lived in my neighborhood of town. Our husbands were all busy teaching during
the day, leaving us home to care for our little brood of sweet babies. And so a bond of friendship was quickly
formed as we attempted to explore our new world with diaper bags and strollers
in hand.
With 3 bald babies and a toddler in tow, we learned where to
buy groceries, where to find precious Western food, and where to find a
semi-responsible doctor. Through play
groups, music clubs, sick kids, and moments lost in translation we cried and
laughed our way through that first year.
Carrie, ever the adventurer, was always talking us into some new
excursion. Jill and I would laugh and then
usually always say yes. And so the
diaper bag would get packed, the kids bundled up, and out into the whipping
wind we would go to find a taxi. Those
crazy adventures kept me sane that first year.
Left to myself I’m sure I would have spent far too much time indoors,
afraid to explore alone, and consequently have been a bit depressed during the
long first winter. Instead my memories
of that first year and our mommy/toddler adventures make me smile. So the
chance to spend a day in Jill’s living room now with all 6 kids playing happily
at our feet was like rewinding the clock and getting to enjoy a day long
past. What a gift.
I made many other equally precious friends during those
first two years in Qingdao. Each one is
special to me in their own way, for different reasons. So many of them have now scattered around the
globe and I rarely get to see them. God has
blessed me abundantly with deep friendships on both sides of the world. But the chance to reconnect with these two
ladies after 2 years apart and watch our kids all play happily together like no
time had ever passed brought back sweet memories and made me thankful for the
gift of their friendship.



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