Today I received an unexpected baby gift in the mail from my Great-Aunt Kiyo, the oldest of Grandma Kay's siblings (a very spry 87-years old - still not retired!). The box contained a car organizer for baby things and an autographed copy of her book Kiyo's Story, the story of building the Sato family's dream, my family's dream. Her inscription reads:
June 2009-
To our newest addition to this book: Your name goes on page 355. This is also your story.
Welcome!
Great Aunt Kiyo
I purchased the first edition of this book, then called Dandelion Through the Crack, so I turned to page 335 (not page 355) to find out what's on the page that may not exist in my copy; I found a list of the newest Sato family additions - Violet, Theo, Julian and August - in Auntie Kiyo's Postscript letter to Grandpa Sato. I turned back a chapter further, where I had heard my name appears in this latest edition. I found this quote my mother has told me Great-Grandpa said to her years ago (or something like it) after I was born:
"The world will become like our family, all mixed up," Tochan says proudly of his many multi-ethnic biological and adopted grandchildren. "And the world will become a better place."
I am the oldest of the Yonsei, and the only one in my generation to meet Grandpa Sato. I was almost 3 when he passed. I remember him and I remember the farm (a blessing as I'm not sure if Rochelle, Preston or Westley remember much of the farm). The child I am carrying will be the first of the Gosei, the fifth-generation in this country. My child will also be half Black. I wonder: Is the product of my love for husband another attestation to the greater of the love my Great-Grandpa envisioned for our family? Maybe. Or maybe he was a man before his time.
It's funny because Sidney asks me how I know stuff all the time. How do I know about plants and gardening. How do I know about random things in nature. How do I know about this and that. He even laughed at me for eating "weeds by the road" when I suggested cutting mustard greens in a field near our home for dinner. That was is Auntie Kiyo's Postscript, too! I usually tell Sid I have no idea where I "get" things, but if I think about it, either Grandma Kay or Dad taught me. But, it is Grandpa Sato who taught them. And I will teach my son or daughter. Five Sato generations long so far. What a blessing to be a part of this family.
I think I will start reading our baby his family's story tonight. Maybe Sid will join us.
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