Many a day, my son would come to me with a huge smile on his face, his eyes twinkling in excitement. His hand full, he would hand his load to me and say, "Flowers for you, mommy!" I would accept his offering, a bunch of them, and thank him for being so sweet. Red, yellow, green, orange, purple, blue, and the colors in between, the flowers stood straight and tall in my hand. Bright and cheerful, my son's flowers always make me smile. Never mind that they're just pretend. Never mind that they're a bunch of colored pencils. Someday, he said, when he's big enough to find the flower market himself, he'll buy me real ones.
Early this morning, he came home with a big smile, and in a shy and quiet voice, he said, "Flowers for you, mommy!" In his hand was a bunch of yellow daisies. My favorite! He and his daddy made an early morning trip to Pakklong Talat (flower market), and the dad told me that he had insisted in getting me the yellow flowers! My sweet, sweet boy! While I was arranging the flowers in a vase, he played quietly beside me and at one point,he looked up and said, "Mommy, while I was buying the flowers, I imagined that you'd be very happy, and it came true! You're happy!"
Here's wishing every mother a Happy Mother's Day! And to Her Majesty, Queen Sirikit, happy, happy birthday!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The Wedding
The carpet was laid. Flowers were strewn all over it. The mood was festive. Love was in the air!
The bride, covered in her veil, marched. The groom met her at the altar. The couple held hands and faced the minister. The minister beamed a smile at the couple, took one step towards them, and with a huge smile in his face, spread out his arms, and squeezed the couple into a big hug. After about five seconds, he took a step back, gazed up at them, and overwhelmed with happiness came back to them with another hug. This time, the embrace was longer. And tighter.
Without a word, the minister stepped back one more time, and attempted to carry on with his duties. But as he lifted his eyes toward the couple, he just couldn't say a word. His joy was beyond words! Face radiant, once again he hugged the couple with all the love he could muster. Then he nodded his blessing. The wedding ceremony was over.
Wordless ceremony, it was. But it was more meaningful than any other sermon ever preached in any wedding. The love in the minister's eyes said it all.
The wedded couple, their love stronger than ever, went on to live their happy ever after life.
The bride, covered in her veil, marched. The groom met her at the altar. The couple held hands and faced the minister. The minister beamed a smile at the couple, took one step towards them, and with a huge smile in his face, spread out his arms, and squeezed the couple into a big hug. After about five seconds, he took a step back, gazed up at them, and overwhelmed with happiness came back to them with another hug. This time, the embrace was longer. And tighter.
Without a word, the minister stepped back one more time, and attempted to carry on with his duties. But as he lifted his eyes toward the couple, he just couldn't say a word. His joy was beyond words! Face radiant, once again he hugged the couple with all the love he could muster. Then he nodded his blessing. The wedding ceremony was over.
Wordless ceremony, it was. But it was more meaningful than any other sermon ever preached in any wedding. The love in the minister's eyes said it all.
The wedded couple, their love stronger than ever, went on to live their happy ever after life.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
One Year
Life is great. God is good! Can't complain about anything. My boys and I are in good health, and we continue to enjoy each other's company.
Life would even be more beautiful, I think, if my mommy was still with us. A year ago, we buried her. A year ago, a part of my heart died. And I still miss her terribly. At night, when all is quiet and I lay awake listening to the rhythmic snoring of my special boys, hot tears still flush and sorrow still clutches my heart. I think of the days when she was here, when I had her to tell every detail of what happens with my Roo, when my dad still had that twinkle in his eyes. There are times it gets so hard to accept that she's gone that I have to shake myself to remember that. A part of me still want to believe she's just there at home. I still wish I can just pray and she will come back to life.
But like they say, this is life. We are here for a moment, then we're gone. That is precisely why I want to live each moment to the fullest. No telling when my time will come. Whenever that will be, I glory in the hope I have in Jesus--there's eternal life waiting for me at the end of this all. And there I will never have to say goodbye to any of my loved ones. No more parting there.
Oh what a day that will be!
Life would even be more beautiful, I think, if my mommy was still with us. A year ago, we buried her. A year ago, a part of my heart died. And I still miss her terribly. At night, when all is quiet and I lay awake listening to the rhythmic snoring of my special boys, hot tears still flush and sorrow still clutches my heart. I think of the days when she was here, when I had her to tell every detail of what happens with my Roo, when my dad still had that twinkle in his eyes. There are times it gets so hard to accept that she's gone that I have to shake myself to remember that. A part of me still want to believe she's just there at home. I still wish I can just pray and she will come back to life.
But like they say, this is life. We are here for a moment, then we're gone. That is precisely why I want to live each moment to the fullest. No telling when my time will come. Whenever that will be, I glory in the hope I have in Jesus--there's eternal life waiting for me at the end of this all. And there I will never have to say goodbye to any of my loved ones. No more parting there.
Oh what a day that will be!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
First.
Today is the day my little Roo has been eagerly waiting for since he turned three. Today, my little boy started his first violin lesson. It was hard to tell though who was more excited: the boy or the mommy. ;D Excitement mixed with stress for me, as I decided to drive to the music studio, unsure whether there would be available parking, and whether we'd make it there on time. Plus the fact that the parent is asked to sit in the lesson, and become a student herself, so she can guide and help with the homework.
Traffic was kinda bad on the way going there. We had a dry run of the route last Sunday, but today I found out that more cars take that route on weekdays so I would have to leave earlier next week. We arrived at Miracle Mall with about twenty minutes to spare, and Roo and I walked to the supermarket for water to kill time.
First thing Khru Om taught Roo was how to bow. Then she showed him two positions: rest and play positions. The rest of the time focused on bowhold. The way she explained the bowhold was very interesting for the little boy. She had bunnies hopping, chocolate-stirring, and kangaroo-hopping that kept the boy smiling and engaged throughout the lesson. She made sure too that the mommy learn it all.
Well, who knows. I just might be buying my own violin soon too :D
Traffic was kinda bad on the way going there. We had a dry run of the route last Sunday, but today I found out that more cars take that route on weekdays so I would have to leave earlier next week. We arrived at Miracle Mall with about twenty minutes to spare, and Roo and I walked to the supermarket for water to kill time.
First thing Khru Om taught Roo was how to bow. Then she showed him two positions: rest and play positions. The rest of the time focused on bowhold. The way she explained the bowhold was very interesting for the little boy. She had bunnies hopping, chocolate-stirring, and kangaroo-hopping that kept the boy smiling and engaged throughout the lesson. She made sure too that the mommy learn it all.
Well, who knows. I just might be buying my own violin soon too :D
Monday, June 22, 2009
Still Here...
Many stories, no time to write. Or maybe I have time but no inspiration. Or maybe I'm just too busy at facebook. :D
Hope you're all well. Hope to update soon.
Hope you're all well. Hope to update soon.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Questions and Answers. Lessons on Life.
My charge is busy. He is playing barber to one of his teddy bears. Might as well let him do that--who knows he'll end up being a barber. Instead of a farmer. While I write something. Which is hard to do when the barber throws question after question at me while snipping hair away. Mommy, what are the polar bear's enemies? What living things live indoors? Where do they sell tadpoles? Why are rain clouds black?
These days, the questions are getting more and more difficult to answer. Good thing there's google. Roo never stops asking, and if he's not doing that, he's telling you something he just learned. The times he's quiet, it still is never quiet--it's like I can almost hear the wheels of his mind churning, processing something that he's going to ask next, or talk about next.
And so, since he's always speaking his mind, we've been teaching him about tact. My kid as candid as he is, sometimes can say things that are not tactful, or polite. Like one time, his grandma and grandpa gave us alkaline water, and he didn't like the taste of it, so the next time they said they were coming to give us some more, he burst out, "But I don't like alkaline water!" Bringing him aside, I talked to him and told him that it's great that he's telling the truth, that he didn't lie about it, but that sometimes, it's good to keep some things we don't like to ourselves. So that people don't get hurt. I said next time it would be nice if he can just say thank you, even if he doesn't like what someone's giving him, just so that person would be happy.
He took that lesson to heart. When his grandparents came, he didn't say a word about the water. But he got back at me a while later. His daddy called, and I informed the daddy that the little boy didn't sleep. That meant one thing. He won't get a treat from his daddy. While mulling over his misfortune, he walked over to the kitchen gate, called my attention, and said, "Mommy, that was not really a nice thing to say to daddy. It's true that I didn't sleep, but that wasn't nice of you to tell daddy that. Now I don't feel happy."
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some rescuing to do. The bear doesn't look too happy, and my son is all covered with bear hair.
These days, the questions are getting more and more difficult to answer. Good thing there's google. Roo never stops asking, and if he's not doing that, he's telling you something he just learned. The times he's quiet, it still is never quiet--it's like I can almost hear the wheels of his mind churning, processing something that he's going to ask next, or talk about next.
And so, since he's always speaking his mind, we've been teaching him about tact. My kid as candid as he is, sometimes can say things that are not tactful, or polite. Like one time, his grandma and grandpa gave us alkaline water, and he didn't like the taste of it, so the next time they said they were coming to give us some more, he burst out, "But I don't like alkaline water!" Bringing him aside, I talked to him and told him that it's great that he's telling the truth, that he didn't lie about it, but that sometimes, it's good to keep some things we don't like to ourselves. So that people don't get hurt. I said next time it would be nice if he can just say thank you, even if he doesn't like what someone's giving him, just so that person would be happy.
He took that lesson to heart. When his grandparents came, he didn't say a word about the water. But he got back at me a while later. His daddy called, and I informed the daddy that the little boy didn't sleep. That meant one thing. He won't get a treat from his daddy. While mulling over his misfortune, he walked over to the kitchen gate, called my attention, and said, "Mommy, that was not really a nice thing to say to daddy. It's true that I didn't sleep, but that wasn't nice of you to tell daddy that. Now I don't feel happy."
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some rescuing to do. The bear doesn't look too happy, and my son is all covered with bear hair.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
TSMSS - NO More Night
If ever there's a song that makes my eyes get all teary-eyed and my hope in Christ become so strongly felt, it's this song. "No More Night" is one song that makes me wish life in this earth can just fast-forward, and we can get to the finale. My heart longs for that day when there will be "no more night, no more pain (oh yeah!), no more tears (I cry when I get to this part ;), never crying again... praises to the great I AM, we will live in the light of the RISEN LAMB!"
I share this song with you guys out there. We are approaching that day, may we all look forward to that beautiful day with fervent hope and faith. We shall all SOON be together-- happy and joyous with our loving Saviour! For more songs of inspiration, please visit Amy's blog.
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