So technically Kya is officially 6 months which also means that I am officially 6 months post-partum. Physically I am doing very well, other than having a sore back from carrying around such a chunky monkey, and still losing more hair than I’d like in all the wrong places. I mean sheesh, post-partum hair loss could at least throw me a solid and shed in other areas too…
TweetI don’t know how much I’ve talked about my family in the past few months here, but I know I’ve mentioned my Grandma’s failing health on my other social media sites. I promise it wasn’t in a, “feel bad for me and give me attention” sort of way, just as a, “this is how I’m feeling right now” way.
Today I want to talk about death.
I’ve noticed in my news feeds that fellow mothers that I’m friends with are losing loved ones in their lives, and also with the Boston bombings, more families are having to deal with loss and talking to their kids about it as well…I guess what I’m getting at, is how do you explain different kinds of loss?
This past weekend was an exhausting one for my family, both physically and emotionally. As some of you know my Grandma, who my kids refer to as GG (so I will as well to save time typing), has been slowly deteriorating. Not once, but twice, my dad and my husband have traveled out to see her to move her to new rooms, as she has gone from her Condo, to an assisted living situation, to now a full on nursing home room shared with a cranky older woman who never turns her TV off. For the past few months my family has gone out to visit often to get the most out of her last days as possible, and for her to be able to see what could possibly be her last great-grand child to be born while she’s still here. Continue reading
TweetFor anyone who has a toddler or two-year-old, I know you feel my pain. Today’s post was inspired by some nail polish, my wall, and my hardwood floors that are now decorated by said nail polish…
Wow.
All I can say is wow.
I have never in a million years had such an amazing support system…ever.
After I posted my last blog post in response to how downright shitty I felt after seeing the “Why I’d Hate to be Asian” video, I felt really embarrassed to have shared what I did. When I woke up the next morning I even had the urge to delete it, but before I could make my way downstairs to the computer I received 25 emails which were either personal emails from readers, notifications of comments on the blogpost, or responses on my Facebook on my phone.
I’m truly amazed and touched by all of the kind words, all of the relatable stories shared, and all of the effort that you all have put in to helping me maintain my sanity. I started this blog for myself, and really as much as everyone says that they are getting just as much out of it as I am, I still find that hard to believe, because I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have as many new friends as I have found or that have found me.
After reading all the emails and comments I realized that this whole time that I’ve been feeling down on myself and the way I looked since being a small kid, the thing I was missing was a great support group. Back when I was younger I didn’t know how to express my feelings to anyone other than my parents. Every time I was bullied or called chink eyes, or someone tried to copy my eyes by using their fingers to pull at the outer corners of their own, I would run to my parents who to be completely honest weren’t much help. Don’t get my wrong, I love my parents and owe everything that I have to them, BUT just like any other person who doesn’t know exactly where you’re coming from, they couldn’t really help me the way I needed. Continue reading
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After I had my first kid I was was really surprised how much I had changed. Granted I was a teenager so of course the change was going to be drastic, but I still changed none-the-less. Then I had my second kid and was even more surprised at how much I changed. Gone were the days of looking put together and wearing suitable “going out in public” pants at least 5 days out of the week, having a spotlessly clean house and home made dinner ready on the table when the husband came home, and the biggest thing, being caught up on laundry on a regular basis.
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