Women of humility, women of valor

Rachel Held Evans is featuring an essay contest and a series on her blog, encouraging people everywhere to bless women in their lives who are women of valor (Proverbs 31) by sharing their stories.  She’ll be posting some of the winners this week, and you should definitely check out these inspiring biographies (there’s even one about an American foster mom!).

Not surprisingly the women that came to my mind are the foster mothers I’ve gotten to know over the last two years in Southwest China.  My essay doesn’t necessarily fit the mold, because I couldn’t choose just one, but maybe you’ll see why…

A foster mother and her foster daughter.  Photo by Evan Schneider.

I’ve only been home for a month, so I’ve just begun to pour over the field notes about foster families from which I will craft my dissertation.  I’ve been sitting in storied libraries and campus clubs on the grounds of a prestigious American university and finding myself instead along dirt roads that lead into China’s countryside, reminded of hope and transformation in unlikely places.

The picturesque terraces of China’s Guangxi province.  Photo by Evan Schneider.

These women, who foster China’s abandoned and disabled children, are by and large elderly, poor, and humble.  They grew up in a period of fundamental instability, their childhoods, youth, and education interrupted by one of the most dramatic revolutions the world has ever known.  Many hardly completed middle school, barely speak Mandarin, the official language of modern China, and their plain clothes, heavy accents, and the dirt under their fingernails betray them wherever they go as poor, ‘backward’ farmers.

But while it is perhaps their humble circumstances that first led them to foster these children with all of their so-called disabilities and deficiencies (they earn a small stipend from the state for doing so), it is that same humility, that equips them, as well.  These parents may not understand complex diagnoses of autism or cerebral palsy.  They don’t trust modern medicine, and they don’t believe there’s much more to raising a child besides food, clothing, shelter, and love.  But it is because they don’t understand the upper limits of these children’s abilities that they hardly see limits at all.

A foster mother and her foster daughter in Guangxi, Guilin.

I have seen overwhelmed experts, officials, and parents in China point out difference and disability among children who are abandoned in an increasingly competitive society that demands perfection from its singletons.  “Look, he walks with a limp,” a social worker might exclaim, of a boy who is doing his best to fit in in an urban slum, or “there’s something wrong with her ear,” of a perfectly lovely child. 

Hot peppers. Photo by Evan Schneider.

But when I turn the corner, off a dusty street and look out on the limestone peaks and the rice paddies, I’m not only greeted by the sweet, spicy fragrance of drying peppers from which these people make their living, but also the laughter and the sight of disabled children playing in the streets, and the chorus of older parents who can only see the possibilities for these children versus the limitations.

“This child doesn’t have autism” one mother says defiantly of the little girl who has been in her household for just six short months.  “She can listen, she understands me, see, look how well-behaved she is.”  “These children couldn’t walk when they arrived from the orphanage,” another beams proudly as two girls with cerebral palsy totter around the dirt floor.  And this July, in a little country house flanking green fields, under a pile of ashes on a simple altar in a dark room, I met a ten year-old girl whose mother could not cease in singing her praises.  “She’s gifted and she’s smart,” the mother bragged as the little autistic girl knitted, read for us, and even spoke some English.

The author with a foster family in Nanning. Photo by Evan Schneider.

I tried so hard to hide the fat, sloppy tears that streamed down my face in this place where such displays of emotion are discouraged.  Indeed, when I praise these women of valor, for loving these children as their own, for seeing what they can do when others can only see what they can’t, they shrug off my accolades, dismissing as matter-of-fact this life-changing work that they do everyday.

But when the children are eventually adopted half a world away or by rich, urban Chinese families, publicly, these mothers embrace the bright future they feel they can never give these children, and then weep hot tears in the quiet of their homes.  “When the first child left, I didn’t eat or sleep for a month,” one mother comments.  “I couldn’t look at the photos.  The only cure for the heartache, is to take in another,” she says, smiling, and gazing at the children playing happily at her feet.

I cannot possibly choose a single woman of valor, because over the last two years in China I’ve met so many.  And while the world hears frequently of women in China who so painfully and tragically abandon their newborns, I marvel at such love as this, that flows forth from the humblest of homes, and such valor among these women that leads them to foster two, four, or fifteen children over the years.  They patiently raise others’ children, and in so doing, these children know life outside the orphanage walls, and their communities begin to see their value rather than their disability.  

A foster mother holds a baby with heart disease.

Perhaps valor begins with humility, quietly imparting dignity to others, and teaching us what it means to love unconditionally in a world where it is tempting to put limits where God just doesn’t see any.

P.s.  J.R. Goudeau, whose blog I totally admire, featured this post over at Love is what you do: I’m so honored, and I hope you’ll check out J.R.’s blog and the great work she does on behalf of refugee women in the states.

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12 thoughts on “Women of humility, women of valor

  1. Thanks for this, Erin! And thanks for being a women of courage and valor yourself — you’ve helped me re-think the meaning of “limitations.” Indeed, limitations are simply labels applied to what most of us are insecure about or just don’t understand. The poor (yet rich!) women of Southwest China have no use for such labels! The world is truly blessed for having them in it…AND you!

  2. As a former foster mother, here in the states, I especially love reading this. This is such an important and inspiring story that must be told. So pleased it is will be your dissertation topic.

    1. So glad to hear from you and thank you for all that you do and have done for children in the US. Thanks for your encouragement, and please do continue to share your thoughts on fostering- I’d love to hear them.

  3. Erin, this is phenomenal. Would you email me when you have a few minutes? I’d love to publish this post on my blog, if you’re up for it. So, so important (and dear to my heart).

    1. Me, too! How is Hong Kong? I’ve read a bit on your blog, but I’d love to hear more about classes and life when you have a moment. When I say I’m missing China, I always miss you and Henry as well!

    1. Christie, thanks so much for your encouragement. It was so great to hear from you, and I hope all continues to go well for you in China with your research. We look forward to connecting with Joseph (and you when you return to) in Princeton.

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