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The Snitch

The matter of, secrets, should we keep ‘em, for our young, or should we tell our spouses about them???  Translated…

I’d gone to preschool to pick my three-year-old daughter up, and she saw me, then, started, “daddy, I have a secret, just for you, you can’t tell mommy!”  As I’d heard her told me, I’d thought, finally, it’s, MY turn now.

Growing up in a family with a strict mom, dad’s always been our, best, listener.  And so, growing up, all of our worries, the upsets, the discomforts of puberty, to the major life decisions we are making as adults, we’d both, gone to dad to discuss, and, we’d always begun by stating to our father, “Don’t tell mom!”, but, as I grew older, I’d thought, that something, wasn’t, quite right, because it seemed, that mom always, knew the secrets that dad and I, shared, and, there was, that CRACK, in my father’s, promise to, not tell.  Until one day, as I’d just finished telling dad, “don’t tell mom, okay?” as I received his guarantee that he wouldn’t, I’d, gotten right into what I wanted to tell, while my older brother just, burst out in laughter, “after you’re done telling him, he’ll immediately go and tell mom!”, and, dad just, smiled bitterly, and denied it.

As my daughter told me what was on her mind, I’d, made the affirmations, that she did NOT want me to tell mom.  After battling it out, I’d finally, decided, to keep this, secret for her, to NOT tell my wife.  It’s just, that this didn’t last, because the little girl started, blabbing, soon enough, and, the secret is, no more.  I let out a breath of, relief then, then, I shall, experience, what it’s like, to be a daddy, with the secrets the next time then!

And, this, just showed, how kids need that confidant in an adult, and, it’s up to us, adults, to weigh and measure, if we should or should not, tell our spouses (1 @ a time!), of the secrets that our young children poured into our ears, because, betraying their trust, well, that’s, going to have, an adverse, effect on their lives that’s for sure!

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A Child, Never, Held…

A child, NEVER, held he was, and he’d become, fearful, of acts of, intimacy shown towards him, and yet, he’d, longed for, the intimate connections with, another…

A child, NEVER, held, we were, NEVER held, by our parents, ‘cuz their parents got too busy, making their ends meet, and not hold them either, and so, how the @#$%, can our parents, learn that we, as their young, need to be, held?  They can’t, and, chances are, growing up, not being held enough, we all turn into, nonhuggers ourselves too.

not enough of this in childhood…

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A child, NEVER, held, fears that show of, intimacy toward her/him and yet, s/he, longed to, be shown, the sentiments of, that intimate connection with another, and, there’s, NO better way to connect intimately with someone else, through our bodies, is there?  Nope!

And so, this child, NEVER, held, gets, caught, between, the drives of longing to be held, but couldn’t, reach out to get held.  The child becomes, totally, stuck.

A child, NEVER, held, grows up, not knowing, how to, hold, and, just, grabs a hold onto, everything around her/him, fearing, that what s/he loves, will slip, through her/his, grasps, not knowing, that when you hold something (or someone) too tightly, it causes her/him/it to, SUFFOCATE, and whatever that was held too tightly, struggles, to break free…

leading to this…

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Setting Out, on My Own!

As the children grows up, the nest will become, empty soon, and, how are you going to adjust, what will you do, with all that, time???  Translated…

Since school stopped holding the sessions this May due to the outbreaks, other than reducing the times I had to go outside, life is slowly, getting back to normal now, but, my first-year middle school age daughter and my fifth grade son seemed to have gotten used to the comforts of having air-conditioning on full blast, settled in, and on the weekends and holidays, they’d no longer longed to go outside, to get some, fresh air.

from this…

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mouths to feed, babies to take care of…photo from online

The Sunday morning after the Mid-Autumn Festival long weekend, the gently autumn sun with the light breeze, how I’d, missed those smiles on their faces as I took them out to run outside, I’d suggested that we should go to the beaches of Gongliao to see the oceans, and to see the sand sculpting festivities.  My first-year-middle school daughter, just as I’d expected, turned me down, my fifth-grade son, due to his love of outdoor activities, and his willingly to go along with me, and so, we’d gotten that mother-son-trip to the oceans.

That day was blissful, the sand sculptures were, amazing, my son chased the waves, and got chased by the waves, and under that blue skies, that smile I longed to see on his face finally, returned.  I’d thought of how Mr. Shih, Uncle Leisure-Living told in an interview, that the children in the elementary, middle school, and high school years at home, are like the seasons of summer, autumn, and winter, by the time they get into college, then, it’s, springtime!  He’s referring to how the kids, in their different levels of schools, with the pressures of scholastic, they’d, naturally, adjusted their own participation rates of the activities we do at home.

Being married later, before I married, I’d always gone out with my coworkers, my classmates to the trips; after I had my children, we’d gone out as a family (and I’m more than certain, that my husband in taking us out, was more out of that sense of responsibilities, and duty than having the fun time); as I’m about to enter into my fifties, with the coming of age of my children, I’ think, I shall start, getting used to following my former classmates, my coworkers out on the adventures again, or maybe, I can, set out, on my own too.  Like, “the mountain is the mountain, the mountain, doesn’t look quite like the mountain, the mountain seemed like the mountain”, the three stages, my going off will transfer from alone, no longer on my own, and back to, on my own, again!

to this…

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And so, with the coming of age of children, they will, eventually, leave the nest, and then, it’s just, you and your husband, and, because the two of you don’t share the same interests, you have no other choice, but to find your own adventures, and, by this way of thought, you already, had your empty nest stage of life, planned out.

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On the Longings, in Our, Hearts

Interactions of a father and daughter, on things that come into their lives, every single day, translated…

During the outbreak in the summer, my third-grade daughter and I are together 24/7 at home, and I’d had to, play the part of her teacher then, taught her the very first class.  I’d, selected the book, “The Alchemist” by Paul Coelho, after I had her read, I’d asked her to think about the following: explain why the youth felt that “he’d learned more from the herd of sheep than he had in reading the books?” why is it that “in the key moments in life, we couldn’t do anything about our lives, only let destiny take over, this was, the biggest, lie”, along with, “When you truly want something really bad, the entire universe will work in your favor, and help you accomplish it?”

As she’d read that very first chapter, the first question she’d replied, “errr………I………dunno!”, I’d encouraged her, that it’s okay that she didn’t know the answers yet, had her gone back through the pages, to reread the passages, to think, to come up with an answer if she could?  After deep thought, she’d still, fallen, silent.

And so, I’d, switched into the mentor mode, spiritual guide, asked her, what she took from her interactions with everything she encounters in life, the cats, the dogs, the trees, the flowers, the birds, the bees.  In the end, I’d asked her, “What, can we learn, from the flocks of sheep?”

She’d fallen, more and more, silent as she’d heard me explained, and I’d felt a bit, helpless, halted the lesson, and, with a bad look coming over my face, asked her to think.  She’d run into her room, put her head down on her desk, and thought, and, it’d, taken her, over an hour, no words, no naughty behaviors, I’d become, a bit, panicky then, and that was when I realized, that compared to whether or not she could come up with the right answers to my questions, I’d, cared more about whether or not she’s, happy.  I’d entered into her room, inquired, “What’s wrong?  If you can’t think of it, take a break!  You want to watch some T.V.?  or, go out for a ride?”

She’d remained, silent still.  Did I, push her too hard, after all, she’s, only, nine, to think on things, she couldn’t, yet relate to?  suddenly, I’d become, that panicky, mothering roll, the father who’d, carried that apologetic heart, to dress her up or maybe, that was, her way, of telling me, “WHAT, is it, that you long for?”

Nothing but for my girl to be, happy!  Until my daughter told me, “I’m fine”, then, started, misbehaving again, and the world finally, came back to, normal…………………………

And so, this, is how this father and daughter interacted, the father and daughter were all that each other had, for whatever reasons, and, the daughter is the father’s world, and so, the father cares a whole lot about whether or not his baby girl is happy, is well, and, posing that question to his child, he’d, stumped her a bit, and, she just, needed time, to sort everything through herself, and after that, everything’s, back to normal.

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My Son Cypress

A heart of gold, of kindness, that’s quite, gentle, is what this young lad still have to this, very day, it’s truly, rare!  Translated…

My son turned twenty this year, he’s good looking, tall and handsome, but in his coming of age, the two of us, mother and son, had, more than our shares of, trials.

the heart of gold of this young child…

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He’d been active, with a very soft heart, and, there were, the interesting things that happened with him from when he was a very young child.  In his first grade year, one time as I’d picked him up from school, halfway home, he’d asked me to park the car, I’d parked by the side, he’d hugged his backpack tight, leapt out, I’d quickly followed behind him.  He held that serious face, with a light frown, told me, “mom, I have, so many, presents for you!”, before I could react, he’d, lifted open his backpack, and, so many grasshoppers came out!  He then flew into a panic, and, tried to grab them all and put them back into his backpack, in the sunset, the sight of a young child, chasing after the grasshoppers, is such a moving scene, I couldn’t help but laughed, and he’d, burst out laughing too.

Once, in a carnival hosted by his school, I’d given him a hundred dollars, he’d happily, mingled into the crowd, and vanished.  A little over two hours later, he’d come back, handed me six hundred dollars, I was shocked and asked him where he got the money from?  He’d told me that he saw someone, selling a huge stack of Yu-Gi-Oh cards, for a hundred dollars, after he bought it, everybody wanted some, so he’d only, kept a few, and, given them to his best friends, the rest, he’d sold for ten dollars apiece to others; he’d made some cash, and went back to the man, bought another stack; and started, selling them for twenty dollars apiece to the children passing by.  I was too shocked!  Is this, from the retail thought systems?  Could I have, birthed out, a young Buffett?

There was one more time, we’d gone to Yilan to visit, outside the B&B, there was a pond owned by the place, for the visitors to fish, we’d borrowed the fishing poles, and started our very first fishing try, we’d waited for a long, long time, the rod started moving, and, we both, had fish biting at the same time, as I’d pulled mine up, in his younger sister’s screams, he’d, pulled up his, very first, catch too.  He was ecstatic, as I was trying to unhook my fish, I’d heard his screams of ecstasy turn into wailing, he’d cried out loud, “ouch!  Ouch!  It’s bleeding!”, I’d turned to look at him, he was crying like crazy, and I suddenly understood it, quickly, I’d, unhooked his fish, and, released it back to the pond, then, he’d slowly, calmed back down.  In the night, watching him sleep, I’d thought, how soft this child’s heart must be, reminding us, of that gentleness we’d, already, forgotten that existed.

Into middle school, the heavy course load came down on him, he couldn’t fight it, and found his escape in the cell phone games, and, built up that tall wall to block us all away.  In a heated argument, I grabbed his phone from him, and he’d run out of the house, left, “I’m so unlucky!  Being born into this sort of a family!”  in the middle of the nights, I ran out after him, started crying, he’d heard me calling him, he’d, stopped, turned around, and, it’s still, his soft heart that’s, saved this family, from crumbling down.

After high school, life became more colorful for him, in the school play, he’d gotten that male lead part.  After long rehearsals, finally came the day he was going to perform, I sat in the audience, watched him radiating onstage, I was, so proud of him.

and he’d, grown up..

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into a well-adapted, kind young man…photo from online

Looking back, all the way, he’d stumbled, bumped around, with the big and small injuries, but, he always, wears that smile like the warm sunshine on his face.

And so, it’s this kid’s nature, how soft a heart he has when he was younger, and, he’d, grown up, with his, soft heart still intact, with is, quite rare, because, normally, people lose that heart of gold, as they age, because of what they’d, been through, but this young man, still kept his heart of gold.

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A Mother’s Delusions

The lovers, of a, past time, a mother’s interactions with her sons…translated…

My set of, delusions, I suppose, it got started as MERS-CoV started spreading across Taiwan.

“Dad, mom, I will have classes starting tomorrow afternoon, in the morning, I will be picking up my living necessities, are there things you need me to pick up for you, do write it down for me.”  After school started back in February this year, MERS took over the world, and, Taiwan had been tightened on keeping the virus out.  My husband and I are usually busy at work, and my youngest son still stays in school, and, for my son, who’s doing research more than being in the lecturers, naturally, shouldered up the house’s defenses against MERS-CoV.

Remembered, how at first, none of us is familiar with the protocols of the measures.  Every time my husband or I got off work, dragging our steps, set foot into our home, my son could always quickly pick up that spritzer bottle, to sanitize us, and reminded us the steps, the measures to take for our own, protections, until all the details of the steps became routinized.  And we always felt comforted when we saw our son.  When he is energetic, he’d prepared the suppers; when he’s tired, we’d, broiled up some dumplings.  Luckily, he’s more often energetic than he wasn’t, and, most of times, neither one of us is picky with food.

“Mom, don’t worry about it, I’ll take out the leftovers in a bit.  The recycling materials, I’ll sort through them before class tomorrow.”

Often, by the time I got home, the leftover, the recycle materials, are all sorted out, and the clothes hung outside are all, taken in, and folded too, placed inside our room, like how I’d, normally done it.

For me, these simple days are, romantic; being with my family, safe and sound, that is, a huge, blessing.

illustration from UDN.com

身為老媽的癡心妄想。圖/蔡侑玲

After the alerts got elevated in May, school pulled its session, and the offices shut down, my sons and I, stayed at home, shopping, cooking, cleaning, and other household chores, no need to assign anyone to, they all got, done.

It was Father’s Day, the weather is sunny, and the outbreaks slowed down a bit, the family decided to go to the outside of the gym for a five to six laps outside, to allow that sun we hadn’t seen in a long while to shine on us.

Just as usually, we’d started walking, and started chatting, I’d recalled, how it’ll be Chinese Valentine’s in a few more days, I’d blurted out, “boys, you are my lovers from a past life, stay by my side, and don’t get married!”, their father looked at me and smiled, “You have me, an old love, am I not enough for you!”, I’d looked at my lovers, “come on, can’t I just, have some fun here!”, my sons used that exorcist’s gestures, waved over my head, “mom, you can, get back to normal now!”

I think, my sons are, already, used to their mother’s, crazy thoughts and words every now and then.

I knew, that this is, only, a mother’s delusions.  Actually, my sons are just like any children, with their, stubborn sides, had their rebellious stages during their younger years too.  But I’m still, moved by their, many actions often, especially toward me, their mother.

a mother and her sons…

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And, it’s no wonder, I would, carry this sort of a, delusion then.

And so, this is, the closeness of a mother and her sons, and, her sons are, very gentle, very kind, caring, and concerned toward their parents, and it’s still due to how connected this family is regularly, because these sorts of interactions, just don’t happen out of the blue one day, they must be set up, and they must become, a sort of a, ritual for everybody to get used to.

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Showing the Precise Amount of Care & Concerns Your Children Need

A lesson, on how to interact with your children, now that, they’re, grown, for M-E-N!!!  Translated…

After reading, “It’s Not that I’m Too Aloof, it’s Because, I Never Felt, the Passions” on July 31st, my head bobbed up and down repeatedly through her article, this was, the exact replica of my own, family.

“Your son is out of school now?  What’s he been up to?  When will your daughter be home?  Will she buy the milk?………”, he sat on the couch, in the living room, watching T.V., and inquired, and heaven only knows, how many times, he’d, repeated these, same questions, at first, I’d told him, “I’ll call and check”, then in the end, it really, got to me, and I’d, barked back, “you can call the kids up too, why do I always have to be the middleman?”

As a father, he’d had it easy since the start, while I am on the clock, twenty-four seven, year round, a nanny slash secretary, without pays, for close to, three decades already, never went on strike, nor gotten lackluster over my duties of work.  But, with the kids growing up, leaving home, it became more and more difficult to know where they are at any moment of day, and my husband would, yap, yap, yap, wanted the answers to his inquiries, and I find it, harder, and harder, to satisfy his, inquiries.

When the children are still younger, he’d poured everything he had into work, no days, no nights, nor vacations either, and his schedules were completely opposite from us, mother and children’s, and it’s next to impossible when the kids want to see their dad, and when we go out to eat, or to travel, he’d, vanished, and so, if there are things that they wanted each other to know, I am the bridge, the phonelines, and after awhile, this became, the way we’d, interacted in the family, and now, even as they were only, steps apart, or separated by the walls of the different rooms of the house, my husband still used ME as a telephone, and I’m, having it too hard now.

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愛呀,得恰到好處。圖/豆寶

“Why don’t you ask them yourself?  You always complained how the kids don’t get closer to you, and the connections are established through interactions, if you don’t start reaching out, and the kids are, reactive, how can you get close?”

He was silent from not knowing what to respond, patted his own nose, turned, and walked to my daughter’s bedroom door, and asked, in a, hesitant voice, “I’m making some noodles, do you want some too?”

My daughter who was working on her papers, was a bit, shocked at first, then, replied back, sure, waited until she was finished with what she was doing, she’d, gone into the kitchens, helped with the chopping of the vegetables, and the plating too…………the two of them started with that awkward silence transpiring between them, to laughing and talking, it’s such a moving scene for a “bystander” like me, I’d, started, secretly, filming this, such a precious shot of gentle father and wonderful daughter, worth me, saving.

“See, I knew you could do it, your giving to them actively, they will, feel it, and will, reciprocate too, like how when we’d gone to the supermarkets yesterday, she’d gotten reminded that you wanted milk and grabbed a carton for you, ‘giving’ and ‘receiving’ love, it’s, both ways, and, this heat between the two of you you’d, established, will need work.”

As he’d heard my analysis, and my console, he’d, started, stopped ordering people around, and, often used LINE to ask our daughter how she was doing, gone to her bedroom, to see if there’s something our daughter needed…………I’m glad, that the man of the house if BACK!  But recently, my daughter asked me to convey to her father, ‘don’t knock on my door so often and call, I’m in a business conference call, I can’t reply.’”

Well, think it’s time, that I teach my husband, how to, take back that constant show of care and concerns, so the love he expresses to our daughter, is just right, not too much, just, enough.

And so, this is how, men all need to get, TRAINED, to interact with their families, because at work, they may be the hotshot bosses, barking out all the orders to their employees, and back at home, they carried that same mode to interacting with their loved ones, and that can be, problematic, and in this particular case, the wife is still, the middleman, unfortunately…

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Reading to Children from Birth to Six, Helping Them Get the Abilities of Reading

Once more, reiterating, the importance, or reading with your own young children!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The critical period of development from birth to six, but, how do we get these kids running around like crazy, to sit down and read?  The head librarian of the National Library, Tseng, and the owner of the experimental kindergarten, Chen suggested, that the parents should select the easier to understand illustrated books, and allow the child to set up her/his own bookshelves, a corner for reading, even, including reading in the child’s day to day activities, all of these, can help the child gain the reading abilities that s/he will need.

starting children of from this…

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the act of reading to children is more important than if they can understand the contents of the stories you read! Photo from online

Chen said, that a lot of parents worried that they might not be good enough storytellers, but, in the parent-child reading time together, there’s no need to teach the children anything from the reading materials, the most important is enjoying the time they spend together with each other.

Tseng told, that the point of reading together is not the reading, but to increase the intimate relations of parents and children, other than reading, the parents can turn the reading materials to life, like for instance, when reading the book, “Colors’, the parents can take the children to draw with the markers, or take a fitting book, and go to the parks with the children.

Tseng advised, that allowing the children to have their own bookshelves for their readers, that they can easily access.  A lot of the activities of reading can occur in this specific location of the home, as the parents are busying about, if the kids want to read, then, it would be more of a habit, that the children sit themselves down at this particular corner to read.  Chen said, having books inside a small basket will work just as well, place a few books into the baskets, to help the children access them more easily.

so as they’re older, they will be doing this on their own…

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the self-initiated reading process…photo from online

Tseng told, that there are the developmental considerations for children reading at different ages, for one and two year old, the reading should be interactive, select the books that are precise, and not with so many words, that are, illustrated, for two three year olds, engage the children into specific topic related reading, the parents can head to the website of the national libraries or the local library branches to the catalogs, to see the preferred, recommended reading materials list.  Chen said, the parents should read the books first, before they borrow them or buy them for their young, for the younger children, the illustrations are important, it can help the children understand the stories’ contents, and, quality should be the focus of reading, not the quantity.

And so, it’s not that important, WHAT you read to your own young children, they just need you to take the time to spend with them, after all, if you don’t help your children establish that love of reading when they’re younger, chances are, they won’t be interested in reading as they grow up, because, everything is still, set up at a younger age in life.

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The Lesson of Respect from a Wooden Keg

A lesson of RESPECT this mother learned, from taking her daughter’s wooden keg to use without permission from her own daughter, translated…

“The availabilities of water for five days, and the other two are unavailable” was on the verge of being implemented, but, I have no idea how much water we use per day at home.  But to not run out, I’d started, emptying out all the containers, pots and wok, to use as the water storage containers, the plastic cases used originally to store our winter clothes, the bucket I use to water the plants, the ironclad pot for the soup……………the volume of the things I could have, are getting smaller and smaller, and I can’t think of anything else to use.

At this time, I saw that wooden keg my daughter bought with a lot of money, to soak her legs with, I’ll just, use that then!  As my daughter came home from work, she saw the water filling up the keg, she’d looked at me upset, told me, “This is now how you use the wooden basin, soaking it up in water, the wood will rot eventually.”

The soaking basin is afraid of water?  It doesn’t fit my logic at all.  My daughter pulled out the evidence from my past—I’d once not used the hinoki keg that’s used for bathing, causing it to stay humid, and eventually, rotting out, and finally, I had to, throw it out.  Yeah, I admit, I am, too careless at times.  And so, I can only, muffle up, and, start, pouring the water into the bottles and jars all around.

And, the next time the water supply was limited, this time, I’d, covered the keg with a huge patch of plastic first, and continued to save up the water for washing up, for flushing the toilets.  But my daughter still, grilled me, “I’d told you, that the wooden keg can’t be immersed in water!”

And I felt furious, of how she’d, used the same reason to grill me, didn’t I wrap the keg in a film of plastic already?  I’d entered into the bathrooms, looked—ahhhhh—I’d, found a bag that’s, with holes in it.  After I’d, gotten the water split into separate containers, by then, my anger was already, overflowing me.

I’d found two plastic bags with the “no-leak” guarantees, wrapped it into the wooden keg, continued to prepare for this third-round of not having water.

“Why don’t you respect me?  It’s MY wooden keg!”, my daughter started crying, and accused me.

how this…taught the woman about respect…

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I’d felt upset too, I’d saved up the water in the keg for everybody in the house, I’d already, wrapped it up in a plastic bag that won’t leak, how was that not respecting my daughter’s belongings?  I’d started, getting upset as she too, I’d, given so much to this family already, and my daughter was, even more angered, and more upset, and started, nagging at me, and it seemed, that a war was about to blow between us, mother and daughter, because of a wooden keg.

But, how is a wooden keg, and respect related?  I’d tossed and turned that night, thought, for a long, long, long time, then suddenly, EUREKA!  I’d understood why my daughter was, angered.

In my teens, because my mother rummaged through my room, and read my diaries—even though, I’d not written anything secretive in it, but that sense of not being respected, I just felt, hard-to-swallow—and so, I’d, torn those pages out of my diary, and burned them all, before my mother!  Harsh enough, and now, as that stubborn young lady I was, became a mother, it’d become, my daughter’s turn, to blame ME for not respecting her things.

Being in charge of the household happenings too long, you’d, mistakenly believe, that EVERYTHING in the house was under your jurisdiction.  And yet, every member of the family, all had their own, private things that they kept, and even though they’re, placed at home all around, they’d not, belonged to me, who’s, keeping the household tidy.

So, the keg was bought by my daughter, and, as the weather got cold, I can, enjoy the soaks, but, it didn’t mean, that I can, use it at my will.  Although, my goal in storing the water with it, was to benefit the whole family, but, I’d not, gotten consent from my daughter, the owner of the wooden keg, which caused me to get nagged by her, for not respecting her things

I understood it now!  Thanks to this wooden keg’s reminding me, that no matter how long we live under the same roof together, how close we all are to each other, “Respect” is an absolute, necessity!

And so, this mother learned, this important lesson, just because the keg was there, available, that does NOT mean that she could, use it, she didn’t ask permission from her daughter, because her daughter bought it, and so, naturally, as the daughter saw the mother used the wooden keg to store water, she got angered, and besides, the material of the wood can rot away easily, because of the moistures, and the mother finally, learned, the lesson of RESPECTING her own, daughter’s, belongings, and learned, that even though, they shared the same space of living, it doesn’t mean, that she can have access over everything she found lying around her house, especially those things that aren’t owned by her.

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Afternoon Tea

Let’s have a tea party then, shall we???  We shall!  Translated…

One night, I called up my mother, chatted over the MERS-CoV situation, how it’d not, gotten better, and we can only, video chat, I really want to head back home, to have afternoon tea with her then.

The following day, my four-year-old ran over to me at increments of minutes, and inquired, “mom, what time is it?  Is it the afternoon now?”, and, as noon approached, I’d answered him, “after lunch, it will be afternoon.”  And on that day, he ate faster than he usually had.  After meal, he’d taken my hand enthusiastically, pointed to the tea pot with water in it, said, “Mom, didn’t you want some afternoon tea?  It’s afternoon now, let’s, have some tea!”

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spending some quality time with her sons…

Being naïve, he thought that the tea poured out of the pot in the afternoon is, afternoon tea!  Being tentative, he’d, remembered my random conversation with my mother to mind.  And so, I’d smiled, and, washed up two delicate cups, poured in the water, and, sat down with him, and, drank that, extra sweetened tasting, “afternoon tea”.

And so, this, is the interactions with a young child, sometimes, they can, surprise you, like how this young boy took his mom’s conversation with her grandmother to heart, and, offered the gentleness to his own, mom!

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