My mom is an amazingly resilient woman. On March 11, 2011, at age 77, she was hospitalized with acute renal failure and sepsis from an e coli infection. She spent 27 days in the hospital, fighting for her life and returned home, just a couple weeks ago, with my dad, age 79. They now have help at home.
My mom receives visits from speech therapy, occupational therapy and a nurse and was granted the okay to attend physical therapy with a tall, strong Polish therapist who is known as a miracle worker. She is exercising, learning to walk again and cussing everyone out. In other words, she’s getting better every day. (Knock on wood).
My mom is a little 4 foot 9 inch Korean import and a firecracker. My son is 3 feet 10 inches tall and a little firecracker. He is also in speech and occupational therapy. Both demand my time. I love them both. They are definitely related.
In between, there is me, blogging about both. If the tables were turned and my mom were to blog, I’m actually a little afraid of what that might sound like. Honestly? Here is my take (humiliating and all) of what it might sound like…
“안녕하세요. [An-nyeong-ha-se-yo] Hello, how are you? I am Kim. Do you know my daughter, Karen? She is a lawyer. I have one daughter. She is very smart. She does not get that from her father. I make her go to law school. She no want to go. I push her. Push is good for Karen.
You ask my husband. I was the the one – always push her. She’s lazy otherwise. She would not get anywhere without me. I made all the money in the family. I worked very hard as a sales clerk, saved and saved, and bought my own hotel business. We started small with a small hotel and bought a second one. I don’t like to brag and I don’t want anyone to think I have money. (You can’t trust anyone). But I live comfortably because I know how to handle money. (My husband and my daughter just spend it- they don’t know how to save like I do.)
My daughter gets fat sometimes. But she is very pretty when she is on diet. (She needs another diet right now.) I don’t bother telling her she fat anymore because she is a good girl. I don’t care how you look. Who you are inside is important. I used to think how you look so important. I don’t care anymore.
For a long time, I tell my daughter, “Have a baby!” She fights me for everything! She never listen right away. She was always saying she did not need to have a baby. I have to keep telling her, “Your life is not complete until you have a baby. You must have a baby. You will love the baby. You don’t understand until you have your own. Then you see how much love it bring you.”
My daughter finally had a baby when she was over 40. (She don’t want me to tell you that- so don’t say anything to her). She thinks she was too old to have a baby. I say, “Phfft! You can still have a baby. It doesn’t matter your age.” I think she finally have that baby because I got very sick about seven years ago and she knew I wanted a grandchild.
I was worried about whether the baby would be good looking. My grandson is beautiful. I don’t know how he came out so beautiful but he did. My grandson loves me more than he love his grandpa – my husband. (Ha ha!) My grandson is loud and jumps all around sometimes, but I love him.
I came to U.S. from Korea when I marry. My husband is a good man. Do you know, we have been married 56 years? Not many people can say they been married 56 years. He is with me all the time. I love him with my whole soul. He is so handsome.
That’s enough about me. You know too much now. Go get me some Kim Chee. I’m hungry and tired. You can tell me about you if you want but I will probably fall asleep while you talk. Thank you. “감사합니다. [Gam-sa-hap-ni-da]
[Today, I joined the ranks of the 100s of bloggers who post from Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. You can find her by clicking the sidebar or here. She provides a list of writing prompts on Tuesdays. The links to posts based on the prompts go live on Thursdays and stay up for a week. ]
My chosen prompt was “If your mom were a blogger”