Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Ximending
Haven't been to Ximending for at least a decade. Never had I imagined coming back here as a mother of two. It seems like yesterday that I was spending hours in the labyrinth of Ximending. Yet 20 years later the streets haven't changed much but I'm standing here with two boys in hand.
拉著秉鑫的小手在壓馬路時 他突然問我 媽媽妳老了還會愛我嗎? 我說當然會呀
反問他 那媽咪老了你還會一樣愛我嗎? 他說 一定會的呀 好窩心啊!
拉著秉鑫的小手在壓馬路時 他突然問我 媽媽妳老了還會愛我嗎? 我說當然會呀
反問他 那媽咪老了你還會一樣愛我嗎? 他說 一定會的呀 好窩心啊!
Friday, May 18, 2012
School Day (2)
The teacher says Joaquin is a super sweet kids. He would pull the chair for teacher before she sits down even without prompting. He would also pour a glass of water for her when she was coughing a bit. So sweet!
Joyce
Joyce
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
I'm reposting this from a friend:
I hope I raise a child who says "thank you" to the bus driver when he gets off the bus, "please" to the waiter taking his order at the restaurant, and holds the elevator doors when someone's rushing to get in.
I hope I raise a child who loses graciously and wins without bragging.
I hope he learns that disappointments are fleeting and so are
triumphs, and if he comes home at night to people who love him, neither one matter.
I hope I raise a child who is kind to people.
I hope I raise a child who gets what he wants just often enough to keep him optimistic but not enough to make him spoiled.
I hope I raise a child who knows that he's loved and special but that he's not the center of the universe and never, ever will be.
I hope I raise a child who will stick up for a kid who's being bullied on the playground. I also hope I raise a child who, if he's the one being bullied, fights back. Hard. Oh, and if he's the bully? I hope he realizes that his mother, who once wore brown plastic glasses and read the phonebook on the school bus, will cause him more pain than a bully ever could.
I hope I raise a child who relishes life's tiny pleasures—whether it's a piece of music, or the color of a gorgeous flower, or Chinese takeout on a rainy Sunday night.
I hope I raise a child who is open-minded and curious about the world without being reckless.
I hope I raise a child who doesn't need to affirm his self-worth through bigotry, snobbery, materialism, or violence.
I hope I raise a child who is courageous when sick and grateful when healthy.
I hope I raise a child who begins and ends all relationships
straightforwardly and honorably.
I hope I raise a child who can spot superficiality and artifice from a mile away and spends his time with people and things that feel authentic to him.
I hope I raise a child who makes quality friends and keeps them.
I hope I raise a child who realizes that his parents are flawed but loves them anyway.
I hope I raise a child who says "thank you" to the bus driver when he gets off the bus, "please" to the waiter taking his order at the restaurant, and holds the elevator doors when someone's rushing to get in.
I hope I raise a child who loses graciously and wins without bragging.
I hope he learns that disappointments are fleeting and so are
triumphs, and if he comes home at night to people who love him, neither one matter.
I hope I raise a child who is kind to people.
I hope I raise a child who gets what he wants just often enough to keep him optimistic but not enough to make him spoiled.
I hope I raise a child who knows that he's loved and special but that he's not the center of the universe and never, ever will be.
I hope I raise a child who will stick up for a kid who's being bullied on the playground. I also hope I raise a child who, if he's the one being bullied, fights back. Hard. Oh, and if he's the bully? I hope he realizes that his mother, who once wore brown plastic glasses and read the phonebook on the school bus, will cause him more pain than a bully ever could.
I hope I raise a child who relishes life's tiny pleasures—whether it's a piece of music, or the color of a gorgeous flower, or Chinese takeout on a rainy Sunday night.
I hope I raise a child who is open-minded and curious about the world without being reckless.
I hope I raise a child who doesn't need to affirm his self-worth through bigotry, snobbery, materialism, or violence.
I hope I raise a child who is courageous when sick and grateful when healthy.
I hope I raise a child who begins and ends all relationships
straightforwardly and honorably.
I hope I raise a child who can spot superficiality and artifice from a mile away and spends his time with people and things that feel authentic to him.
I hope I raise a child who makes quality friends and keeps them.
I hope I raise a child who realizes that his parents are flawed but loves them anyway.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
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