Friday, September 18, 2009
Stuff
What is Kimchi, anyway?
By the way, there is a search engine specifically for research articles and the like. It is: www.scholar.google.com. Write it down!
Busy weekend ahead. Baby shower in the afternoon and then working a pre-Emmy party until 1 or 2 am into Sunday. It would be worth it if I could at least take a few photos but I'm afraid I would be tackled and forcefully removed by Security. Next Saturday is my youngest's birthday party so we'll have some errands to run as well.
Get your Skype, Mom!
... love you dearly.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Return to Reality
We got back from Kauai two nights ago. Three hour time difference is tough. Back to work. Back to life. Back to reality.
So, Dr. Moon's office hasn't gotten back to my mom yet about when she can go to S. Korea. I hope they do this week. Argh. At the moment, mom is off of any kind of cancer-fighting treatment (which scares the living daylights out of me) but hopefully a hopeful upcoming radiation regimen will alleviate some of the pain and kick the cancer back a notch. It's about knocking your opponent down and keeping him down as long as possible. If you're fighting Mike Tyson, you may not be able to beat him in the long run but you want to get as many punches in and keep him away for as long as possible. I'd also keep him away from my ear.
Hoping for my littlest one and I to take a weekend flight up if the Korea thing doesn't pan out quickly. It would be nice for mom to get to know her. If I was any bit of feisty or ornery as she is, I'm sure Mom'll enjoy the fact that I now get to experience it as a mom. ;-)
Monday, September 7, 2009
Kauai
Our family and friends joined us there. It was beautiful. We were married in Capilla Josephina, a very small but spiritually beautiful church. I needed God in our wedding and He was there. I needed my mother at our wedding and she was there. Cancer was there too although a highly uninvited guest. The damn thing has been around to this day.
I've always thought of cancer and my mom as two entities on each side of a line. Cancer cannot cross. And for the past two years it did remain on that other side. Lately, however, it has begun creeping onto that line and Mom has been battling as best she can. If only I could see this still-lingering uninvited guest eye-to-eye. I'd like to beat the crap out of it. I don't understand why it won't come out and fight.
You keep fighting, Mom. I will be your cheerleader... always.
Well, today we are taking a day to drive up to the North Shore. Another beautiful day in Kauai is coming. Peaceful thoughts. Deep breath. Take it all in...
Friday, September 4, 2009
Mom
~ MY MOTHER ~
If only my mouth could properly speak the words that live in the core of my soul. If only you "just knew" what was there.
Is it even possible for a child to be proud of their parent? Isn't it only supposed to be the other way around? Maybe because I am older, I have the perspective to see you as who you really are. Yes, my mother... my mom. But you are so much more and always have been. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are the most intelligent person I have ever met. You are the most giving and compassionate person I have ever known. How blessed was I that God gave me to you? I can't even use the word "lucky"... the word is "blessed".
You are a woman who has only walked forward in life, never backwards. While raising two children on your own, you forged a life not only for us but for yourself. One that you should be absolutely nothing but proud of. Every house we ever lived in was one step up from the last. Each neighborhood a little greener. How many kids actually get to have their own pony? We were exposed to life in a way that many kids don't get to see. Not so shielded to miss seeing the man behind the curtain sometimes... but also held high and forward... to see the beauty in what is out there.
I watched you climb up the corporate ladder. Your work ethic is something I have always admired and something I tried to accomplish in myself. You are a good friend to people you know and even people you don't. You have employees and co-workers who trust and admire you. Neighbors who look out after you and people who pray for you.
I know who you are.
Mom, you are an "accomplishment". A work of art. Heaven built one hell of a woman. You are beauty and love and strength. My mouth may not be able to tell you these things, but my heart can. And it's spilled out all over this page.