To all Moms

Dear Mom,

Thank you.

Thank you for everything.

Thank you,

For those endless nights of soothing them back to sleep.

For giving up that last bite so your daughter can have it.

Giving up your peaceful time just so your son can have another turn at the swing.

Taking in those “I don’t care” and “whatever”, that roll of eyes.

Taking in the door slam in your face.

Being the chauffeur of driving from one place to the other.

Being the family secretary and coordinating all family events.

Cooking those delicious meals that take away our tiredness at the end of the day.

Yet, not one complaint.

In order to write everything that a mom does, it may take up the pages of the galaxies.

It’s never an easy task yet the title mom you wear it proudly.

You don’t receive enough Thank yous for all that you have done.

I will say it again and again, Thank you.

Thank you, Mom.

I love you.



Dear Smiling Sister,

Dear Smiling Sister,

I’m sorry.

Sunday after Sunday I would always see your smiling face. Never once have I seen you frown. You would come with your husband and sometimes would have your granddaughter in tow. But almost every Sunday I would see your smiling face and friendly eyes. We have always only exchanged hellos.

Then one day you stopped me and spoke.

I thought there was a little hesitation so I smiled for encouragement.

You spoke of your granddaughter and describing her like I didn’t know her. But in fact I did and had interacted with her long ago. I assured you that I knew her and even knew her name.

You were so relieved when you found out that I knew your granddaughter and relaxed a little bit. You had asked me to pray for your granddaughter. And I agreed. You thanked me with such kind eyes and we parted.

That was the end of our only conversation.

This was what I thought of during your entire memorial service. I felt a pain in my heart. I had forgotten my promise to you. I saw your granddaughter today after years of not seeing her and cried when she went up to speak. I felt her love for you. I felt the pain and regret I had.

I have never felt this regret. I wish I prayed earlier for her. I wish I spoke to you more.

I hope you know your granddaughter is beautiful and smart. But I will still continue to pray for her. I promise you that.

I’m sorry dear smiling sister for fulfilling the promise so late. But I also rejoice after hearing so many wonderful testimonies of what you have done. The impact you had on others is tremendous. Your simple kind smile is what touched all of us.

Just your smile.

I hope you Rest In Peace and I know you are smiling down at us all.

My Working World

I work in a place where I walk into a world and I can be anything or become someone that I don’t expect to be.

Everyday is something new.

I was called a princess by a prince charming who was willing to give me a castle. I had an architect build me houses and buildings. I’ve become a patient where doctors were trying to cure my sickness. I met Batman who let me touch his muscles. I’ve had fashionistas come hug me tightly attaching “I love you”. This is only all possible in the world of a preschool.

This is also a place where I get the opportunity to wear different hats; teacher, cleaning lady, gardener, doctor, baker, etc. It’s only here where I can experience the different jobs that a person can be. The life of a preschool teacher is not an easy one, it can be very draining.

I work until I’m drained to the last drop. So how can I continue? It’s rewarding. It’s because of the love the little kids show me. The sweet good morning hugs and “Ms. Joanna” that I constantly hear.

In the beginning I shuddered at the name of “Ms. Joanna”. In my opinion it sounded old. But now that’s the name I wish to hear from the children. Each time they call me, I feel included into their world. They have just begun to build their own world and each time they call my name, I know they add a little bit of me in there. It sounds selfish but it’s a blessing to me. I feel like a VIP. The children come to our preschool to form their foundation and when they leave they’re ready to continue to build upon it. It’s a pretty rewarding feeling.

Hi, 2018.

pexels-photo-785171.jpegHi, 2018.

Please be good to me this year.

Reading my old blog posts reminded me of a time when I had passion and drive. In college, everything was fresh and new. Little things inspired me and I want that feeling again.

I realized that after graduating college, I’ve lost sight of who I aimed to be. I’ve just been fighting to finish the day. I go home tired from work and go to sleep. I’ve become a clockwork machine, wake up, work, eat, sleep and repeat.

I want to write again.

I’m writing again to just write about anything. To continue to pursue my dream. To find my passion again. To not lose sight of who I am and who I want to become.

Please 2018, be good to me.

Quote Collector

Different people collect different things. Some collect coins, others collect stamps. Recently I saw an article that a little girl collects the gifts she receives from birds. People just love collecting stuff. These things all mean something, and to each is different.

I’m a collector as well. I collect quotes. I collect the words people say and write. Whether I read it on the internet, in a book, from a movie, a show, or even from the mouths of my friends, if it captures my attention, I immediately write it down. I am such an avid collector that I peruse through the different internet sites just so I can see what inspires me enough to write down. I’m not sure when this started but I’ve been doing it for a long time. I have a whole book dedicated to quotes. If I don’t have that book with me then I would write it down on my phone or even on some piece of paper just so I can later add to my collection. Do I remember all the quotes? Not always, but I do re-read over and over again all my quotes when I need some inspiration. Sometimes these quotes inspire me to be better, other times it inspires me to write my own quote. These different inspirations help me understand more of the world, more of who I want to be. These quotes are words put together to make sense of a message. Sometimes the quotes I hear and read impress me so much that I cannot fathom how such words can be put together to make me feel that way. Sometimes abtract words such as love and hope are so hard to describe, people are able to describe them perfectly to make it understandable or even make you feel those emotions.

That’s what makes quotes and writing so magical.

The way people use the words in such an imaginative way inspires me to do so as well. These quotes inspire me so much that I became a collector of quotes. I hope one day I will be able to produce words that are quoteworthy.

A “click” understanding

That moment when you share a glance with your friend and just know everything. That light shoulder squeeze from your partner and you know he’s supporting you. That look on your friend’s face and you know something is wrong. Instances where no words are said but somehow a miraculous deep understanding forms, what do we call those moments?

You know how there are moments where you find this person and you just “click”? Then as time progresses your relationship deepens to the point where you look at each other and understand. Like when your best friend gives you that look and you just immediately know what she’s thinking, there’s that click. That deep understanding relationship, some call it a tacit relationship, but honestly that doesn’t even fully describe that relationship. In Chinese there is one word in which describes that kind of relationship: 默契 Moqi (Read as: mochi). This one word fully describes the relationship of the two understanding each other fully to the point where no words just a glance for there to be understanding. The two also think alike in many aspects and complete each other in many ways. It’s being connected at a very deep level. That one word 默契 ,says all that.