I’m one singsongy mommy.
Diapertime, bathtime, bedtime, playtime, anytime.
And it bugs me to no end that I can’t find a decent Chinese song to sing to the missy.
Why do we glorify a song that tells children it is strange to have no eyes? Why do we other-ize? (Think San Zhi Hao Hu.)
What’s so strange about giving a dollar instead of the fifty cents’ fare? There is such a thing known as change. Or tips. (Think San Lun Che.)
And must we tell a child that being without a mother makes one stray like grass? Where is the sensitivity? (Think Ma Ma Hao.)
I feel ashamed of our Chinese songs. I really do.
Missy Raeann will not be stepping foot into any playschools that sing these discriminatory songs. And I’m prepared to give these schools a piece of my mind too.