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Saturday, May 10, 2008

Mother's Day...

 

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This was a very popular Vietnamese proverb well-known, in almost every Vietnamese family. A bit of history about it:

“This proverb, epitomizing the gist of Confucian morals, was probably
diffused during the sinicization period, which roughly corresponds to
the beginning of the Christian era up to the fifteenth century,
perhaps a little later. Here one is not so much faced with a problem
of dating as of meaning. The third line tells us that Mother is “to be
revered and Father respected.”   From the University of California, Irvine:

"Cong cha nhu nui Thai Son
Nghia me nhu nuoc trong nguon chay ra
Mot long tho me kinh cha
Cho tron chu hieu moi la dao con"

English Translation:

“The good deeds of Father are as great as Mount Thai Son
The virtue of Mother is as bountiful as springwater gushing from its source
Wholeheartedly is Mother to be revered and Father respected
So that the child’s way may be accomplished.”
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Happy Mother's Day, dear Mom...

(it's unconditional love)

What is the greatest thing we can say about a Mother's Love?

 Posted 5/10/2008 9:29 AM - 125 views - 11 comments

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I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.  ~ Mother Theresa

:love: For me its the memories of mom: all the talks, her cooking, and nurturing attitude towards life that I hold the closest to my heart. :spinning:

Posted 5/10/2008 1:39 PM by Havx027 - reply

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Have a wonderful Mother's Day weekend. Judi
Posted 5/10/2008 3:34 PM by jassmine Xanga True Member Xanga Premium Member - reply

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I really like your poem...it carries so much truth for me in how I see woman.
Posted 5/10/2008 3:44 PM by Zeal4living Xanga True Member Xanga Lifetime Member - reply

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Hmmm, the best love is giving everyday......see her everyday..... and not wait until mother's day to express it.  It's just an excuse.....
Posted 5/10/2008 10:06 PM by dumbfound_me - reply

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Your Mom should have had more daughters. Please tell her this fan said so this Mother's Day and wish her all the best. The world could use a few more just like you. Happy Mother's Day.

Bob

Posted 5/11/2008 3:16 AM by RobertJBaumann Xanga Lifetime Member - reply

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Hi Linda, Happy Mother's Day! Mother's Day is celebrated on a different day here in the UK... or I hope so! I didn't get my mother anything!! *holds head down in shame*
Posted 5/13/2008 7:05 PM by Jushbie - reply

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I only have to think a moment. Perhaps a story can illustrate my answer.

I was speaking with a coworker who has an 11 year old son. We were talking about how she was sarcastic around him as he grew up, and how he picked up on the sarcasm and then amplified it, sometimes at the most inappropriate of moments.

They made for funny stories and we both laughed, then I shared how as I progressed from 11 to 12 then 13 I found in my inner turbulence solace in attacking the person who was still there. Maybe I blamed her for the unrest leading up to that point.

The story is too long, but I guess one event right before I had to leave her and the city ended in her slapping me in public in front of a friend. I liked to be extremely disrespectful to her in front of people. I wanted to get away from being mommy's son. After she slapped me I don't think I had anything else to say. I was that awful.

My coworker's son is approaching that time. I warned her, I remember clearly what came next. I do not have an answer to stop what teens end up doing, they have to decide for themselves.

What is the greatest thing that could be said about a mother's love? As I look back, from 17 to 25 I was the parasitic son, taking taking taking in my various addictions. My mother sacrificed much to get me anything I needed as I lied and took and deceived. She went hungry to give me money, unbeknown to her not for food or rent but drugs.

But it was her who invited me over for dinner while I was a kept young man which I will not get into. She invited me over for dinner and would not let me eat until I filled out a collage application.

It was her who came and rescued me from the house with a moving truck one Wednesday when I grew sick of being a maid for a man with a penchant for prostitutes.

It was her who was always there for anything up to then and after. I got into college, and then I got a skilled job six years ago. Now I don't take anything anymore. I send her things instead. It isn't much, but when she is too old to care for herself, and she will outlive her husband, who will take care of her, the woman who never said know to her own son, who found his way eventually, who?

There is only one person left.

So what is the greatest thing that can be said about a mother's love? Perhaps that after years of investing you can be sure it will be repaid. Removing emotion from it, it is the investment of childbearing. I do not think I will ever have children, but I do know that where I am now, I had a lot of help to get to it, so she need not worry when the time comes.
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Have a good weekend nhe.
Posted 5/17/2008 10:10 AM by dumbfound_me - reply

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Errrrr, have a good long weekend nhe.
Posted 5/23/2008 5:04 PM by dumbfound_me - reply

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i lost my mom when I was 15, and had a very heavy heart for quite some time because of the loss. I already had two jobs and a small apartment in North Philly, because when I was 12 I ran away due to my stepfather and the disintegration of our relationship since they were married 4 years prior (when I was 8, and not even allowed to attend the wedding)

THE ONLY REASON I AM ALIVE TODAY is because of my mom, and the fact that I KNOW she has been looking out for me since she passed away..(she was killed in a car accident on the freeway, another car swerved and hit her as she was outside the car while my stepfather changed a flat tire, died instantly as she was throw about 150 ft and upon impact died)...even after I gave up my jobs and apartment and moved back home, my stepdad only kicked me out again three months later with nothing, and I had no job or apartment to go to then(since I gave it up) so I was homeless AGAIN, at a very young age...apparently it was better to have an excon drug addict (just did 14 years, and came out wanting to drink a 24 pack of beer and shoot up a gram of cocaine everyday!) watch my lil bro and sis....I have been on a stretcher and given adrenaline shots to revive me...I have awaken from one in the ambulance and tried to jump out the ambulance and escape, only to wake up 3 days later in a hospital bed with all these tubes coming out of me...I have turned blue and been revived....and although in my mind I thank the doctors and staff for their lifesaving skills...in my heart i know that the only reason that I am not dead, and can be considered lucky...is because of my motherly angel that has been looking out for me since the day I was born...

and something even better...is that above I state that I thank the doctors for their lifesaving skills....well, that came with age....as I was very fookin angry for a long time that I was forced to continue without a family completely alone....and my issues with god took a long time to resolve in my heart...but in the end, I am very thankful...one reason is that I am thankful that I did not put my mom through what I put myself through after she passed away...I know its cause and effect sort of, but it is nice to know that she wasnt alive to see how I tortured myself after she passed, and I was also very thankful that she was there with me through it all, or I would be sitting with her in heaven right now...



I mean come on, I had no father, I had an abusive stepfather, and I had a mother who loved me that was taken from me, and her two other children...I havent seen my little brother or sister in well over 15 years, since I sued my stepfather and blockaded his claim to my moms life insurance, which was split in two trusts for my younger brother and sister....I received enough to pay my attorneys fees and thats it, as it was my intention to ask for nothing and secure them everything....and I did...but the cost was that I would never see them again...well, I shouldnt say never....but then again, most people think I am dead anyway.....since I left Philly 10 years ago for self preservation, since half the kids in the projects were gunning for me...
:heartbeat: :wave:
Posted 5/31/2008 1:22 PM by Jaero215 - reply

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MY MOTHER

This is the story of my mother, and I will just make it brief. I did not find out it until my father and stepmother have a child of their own

I don't remember much about the relationship with my mother when I was young. Her last few years on this earth were either living in the Buddhist temple or in the hospital. When she was pregnant with my youngest brother, the doctors told her that the baby was causing some complication to her heart. They suggested to abort the baby because it was a danger to her own life if she carried the child full term. She chose to risk her life so my brother could be here in this world. After she gave birth, her health deteriorated slowly and she died in four years. At that time, if money was not a problem, she could be brought to American hospital then her chance of surviving was higher.

Knowing she would die soon, my mother made my father promised to her that he would re-marry after she dies so that we kids could be loved and raised in a family that had both father and mother. She also wanted him not to have any more children with the fear that stepmother would not treat us fairly and compassionate if she had her own kids. My father then had a vasectomy so that he could not impregnate a woman. Two years later, he had fulfilled my mother's requests and found a woman who would agree with to that requirement. My father worked for an American Airline (PaNam), so we were fortunate to fly out early in 1975. When all four of us went to colleges, my father has done vasectomy reversal surgery and by miracle my step mom has her first child at the age of 46.

My only images of my mother are her beauty, peaceful, quietness, courageous, hope, and etc., She died at the age of 29 when I was 9 years old.
Posted 6/16/2008 12:24 PM by shrek_azn Xanga Lifetime Member - reply


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