There is absolutely nothing worse as a parent than seeing your child in pain. You feel so incredibly helpless and would stop at nothing to take the pain away.
On Saturday we were on our way to the school for a family event. We rode the bikes because that's our usual weekend mode of transportation. Ollie ride in a baby seat on Derek's bike, and Owen rides on a cushion on the back of my bike. This practice is incredibly common amongst expats here. Owen is a very good bike rider: he holds on well, keeps his feet on the foot rests, and he doesn't wiggle around. Until Saturday.
April 9th is King Hung Day in Vietnam. It is a national holiday recognizing a line of rulers from Vietnam's past. My students taught me about a myth they were told about King Hung as children. Apparently, the original King Hung was the first born child of the God of the Sea and the Goddess of the Mountains. There were 100 children born in total, but he was the first, and since lineage is very important to Vietnamese culture, King Hung was the most important descendant.
The story goes that King Hung was the very first Vietnamese person and all other Vietnamese people are his descendants. It has some similarities to the Christian story about Adam and Eve. I loved hearing my students talk about their culture and heritage. Apparently there is a temple in Northern Vietnam where the original King Hung was supposedly laid to rest and many Vietnamese make a pilgrimage there each year.
To the Swanson Family, King Hung Day meant an extra day off in the middle of the work week. It was like getting a planned snow day. Only the weather was gorgeous and it didn't mess up my lesson plans.