I was about 10 years old when my parents decided to move our family across town. Why?
I had no idea. I don't think my older brother and sister had a clue, either. The decision was announced one night at dinner and, without discussion or debate, the three of us learned that we'd be packing up our house, changing schools, and settling into a new neighborhood within the month.
As a little girl, I had very little visibility into the choices my parents made for themselves and for the family. Though my dad was happy to talk to me about chemistry and my mom would have sacrificed anything for my benefit, the process by which they arrived at life's big decisions was a mystery.
Instead of sharing their thinking, Mom and Dad would sit alone at the kitchen table, whispering to each other in Mandarin. Whether it was just easier to think in their native tongue, I don't know, but it also seemed strategic. Children were not active decision makers in our family.
As I got older, things changed. I listened to my parents debate whether to buy a new car, how they were going to vote that November, and which relative should host Thanksgiving.