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A Love Letter

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Dear Mercy,

I’m so proud to have you as my daughter. You gave meaning to my life! For more than ten years when you were young, I overlooked my disappointments and emotional turmoil. All I could see was your beautiful smile. It gave me strength to move my feet, one step at a time.

You delighted me with your intelligence, and made your learning fun. You were like a sponge, soaked in every new learning as fast as it came. I referred you as book gobbler as you read books after books in no time. You were placed in GATE (Gifted and Talented Education) program at third grade. You had so much confidence. When we learned new things together, I said, “I can’t do it!” You said, “Mom, you can’t do it, if you believe you can!” I had to agree with you.

You were so kind and generous with your friends. When you had friends coming for “sleep over,” you sent them off the next day, with a whole bunch of your toys.

I was sad when we were isolated from each other for five long years. I only saw you once. It was during the time you were learning how to drive. I couldn’t call you because all the phone numbers were disconnected. The only contact I had was an email address. You couldn’t feel free to write.

The day we were reunited after you turned eighteen, was the most joyous day in my life. I wanted to be with you so much, even just sitting in the room while you did your college work or did things with your friends. I was just content that we were in each other’s life.

It touched my heart when you were growing into a kind, sensitive, considerate, helpful, tenderhearted, and compassionate young lady.

I enjoyed our hour-long conversation on the phone. I appreciated your trust and shared your feelings, concerns, or everyday life with me. You were not a little girl anymore. I shared my experience, my suggestions, but always encouraged you to make your own choices. My saying was always, “Don’t rush, listen and follow your heart!” In that, I believed that God would speak to your heart and helped you make the right choices.

I had so much fun doing ceramic painting with you just like we did when you were young. You know that I like to play table games with you.

I was thankful for your desire to serve the community and found a job that allowed you to help people in need. You could have worked for big financial firms and made good money. But your heart was, and is, with people. I’m so proud of you.

I’m grateful for God’s guidance in your life and bringing a loving husband to you. You both have a desire to learn and to grow. You both keep a healthy individual life by spending time with the gals and guys respectfully. I’m amazed of the closeness and helpfulness of your group of friends. Most of all, you also learn to be a sensitive spouse to each other and let your love and bonding grow. Your journey may have ups and downs but it is beautiful.

I’m privileged to have both you and Will in our life. I give thanks to God to keep us as a loving family. I always look forward to spending time with you both, either have you come to visit, or going to visit you. We’ll see you very soon, in less than a month.

I love you so very much!

Mom

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Silver Bell

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I used to be a strict teacher. I thought smiling would make the students think that they could goof around in the classroom. Therefore I wore a straight face often. Somehow after I became a mom, I was more passionate toward my students. I loved them, smiled more, and kept in mind that, “What if this is my child?”

 When I asked questions in class, I allowed creative answers, and tried to find some good points to compliment them. I allowed funny but polite answers. Other students might laugh at the answers. I laughed with them. Then I asked additional questions to help the students think. They might come up with more reasonable and appropriate answers. I was generous to praise and point out thoughtful answers.

Many students thought that they were my favorite students, because I praised them. They always offered to help. During recesses, they would knock on my door and asked if I needed help. Sometime I was happy that they offered to help. Other times, I needed to take a break. So I gently told them to come back the next day.

Once in awhile, a teacher on different lunch schedule may come in to talk with me. As soon as my attention was away from the students, they would start talking.  Every teacher used different technique to quiet down the students. I preferred using a silver bell. The bell was old and sometimes the clapper got stuck. I had to cover the lip of the bell and jiggle it a little bit before I could ring it softly. The students responded well with my silver tone, musical sound of the bell. They were very good at quiet down respectfully.

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Seven years into the retirement. Seventeen years away from the classroom, with ten years in administration before retirement. I still have the silver bell.

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Daily Prompt: Jiggle

Tunnel of Music

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Tunnel of music, my great hideout

Surrounded by musical sounds

Utters my unspoken language

Sounds out my unspeakable profound

Carries me to cloud nine

Wings my spirit high

Laments the deep sorrow

Echoes in my heart’s hollow

Speaks for my heart break

Clashes my entangled struggle

Dances for the joyous chance

Drums to my rhythmic victory

Waves my dreamy fantasy

Serenate my romantic love

My symphony

My empathy

My company

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I love music. It’s in my blood. It speaks to my soul. This is part of my entry for the Loveuary Challenge at  https://butismileanyway.com
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Daily Prompt: Hideout

Daily Prompt: Rhythmic

My Valentine

I painted this ceramic piece for him a couple years ago.

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It was serendipity that we met

Summer had not started yet, but

It was the final week of school

Decided to go to

a group that met at a home

We chatted, we snacked

You asked what I did for fun

I smiled, didn’t answer the question

Then flexed the arm to show my muscles

Under your shirt were bigger muscles

You looked at me with a smile

You worked out also, for quite a while

The whole night, I didn’t see other guys’ faces

You occupied my entire mind’s spaces

Time was flying by and we said “Good night”

I knew I was in love with you at first sight

No more home meetings in summer, but

You had my phone number

Remember our first date?

We went to the gym on a late Sunday.

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Tuesday Photo Challenge – Color of Love

Our Love

This is the poem about the love between my husband and me.

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                                                                         Love is…

Love is a gift I give and receive.

Love is being kind and being honest.

Love is forgiving and to be forgiven.

Love is self-nurturing and self-sacrifice.

Love is being strong and being vulnerable.

Love is admitting and receiving apologies.

Love is my expression to him and reception of his.

Love is caring and being cared for.

Love is respecting and to be respected.

Love is self-growth and allows him to grow.

Love is to be firm and be flexible.

Love is patience we have for each other.

Love is a balance of feelings and responsibilities.

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