Archive for February, 2007

“Do You Need Some Pleasure?”

Sunday, February 4th, 2007

William was three and half - and like most boys of his age, he loved to help Daddy!

My husband, who had (finally!) finished his most recent painting, was stretching the canvas on the kitchen floor. William, apparently fascinated by the stretching tools especially the staple gun, monitored the progress intensely from nearby.

“Daddy? ” he couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Yes, William?”

“Can I help?”

“Hmm… I don’t think so - you’re too little. You need more muscles.”

“But I have muscles. I ate my chicken… Look Daddy!” he raised both his arms and stroke a superman pose.

“Hmm… OK - why don’t you pass me the staples?”

“The stay..poles?” he asked, “The white thing?”

“Yes, but be careful - they are very sharp. Do you see they have sharp points? That’s why they can drive into the wood.” Someone was trying to be a teacher again.

“Oh! Yeah Daddy! They are so strong and sharp!” Someone was immediately impressed.

“Here you go Daddy - the stay-poles.”

“Thank you William.” said Daddy, not quite done with his teaching, “What do you say?”

“You’re welcome Daddy!”

“Great! You know - you can also say ‘Thank you daddy - it’s my pleasure!’” said the teacher.

It’s my pleasure? Oh! Yeah! Thank you Daddy - it’s my pleasure!” repeated the pupil, almost too cheerfully.

When the job was finished, the two started to clean up. But something was missing - the staples. Concerned for safety, I joined the search; but it just seemed to have vanished into the thin air.

“William, did you see where daddy put the staples?”

“The.. stay-poles?” he seemed totally forgot about whole thing.

“Yes, the staples - remember the white thing? The sharp, strong thing that can drive into the wood?”

“Oh! Daddy - do you need some pleasure?”

“?” we were both confused.

“The pleasure! My pleasure! Remember? ”

Seeing us still confused, he ran into his toy room and came back with the missing box of staples in his hand.

“See? The pleasure - you said it’s my pleasure - it’s mine… because you said so!”

First Post - My Life, My Dream…

Friday, February 2nd, 2007

Hey There! This is my first post. Don’t know where this blog is going and how far it can go; one thing I have learned about life is that in order to go anywhere or reach any height, you have to get started.

So, this is my starting point. A baby step.

If you don’t enjoy it, don’t worry. More will come, and in more flavors. Right now, I have three things in mind -

  1. To record some of the “darnest things” my Kids (William and Isabella) came up. You may find them funny, embarassing or whatever; but for me they are a forever asset that will keep me smiling when I am old.
  2. To share with you what I learn from these “little people” - It’s fascinating to see how complicated they truly are. We as adults are so preoccupied by everyday chores that sometimes we just miss the very obvious wisdom of life. The easiest fix to the problem is to look at the complex world through a pair (or two pairs) of simple eyes.
  3. To share with you my struggles as a mom, a wife and a small business owner. Being any one of the above is no easy job; being a 3-in-1 is nothing but a challenge.  

Let me know if you have anything in particular you want to see. All I have right now is the passion to start this blog - and I know that’s all I need. I learned this when I quit my job which had consumed 80% of my wake time. I made the decision, without telling anyone, knowing for certain that I would otherwise be convinced that it was not a good idea or at least it was not good timing.

Even my husband was a little shocked. We did talk about the possibility before and he was always supportive - but he never expected me to get it done in such a dramatic way. Now looking back, it was probably the only way to get it done. I was making close to six digit when I quit, and I had no idea how I could recover that income loss. But I sensed there got to be some sort of turning point in my life - there got to be a start, for any dream that can possibly turn true.

Waiting for the perfect timing is suicide to a dream…

Same with a blog. Waiting is bad for two reasons: (1) if I wait until every link is in place, I will never get it done. I know me; (2) life is extremely short - my little people told me so.

So here I am, declaring my intention to the world and the universe that I want to have a blog!

Check back soon, and often; otherwise thy life shall be missing a fun piece!