"God sees you not only as mortal beings on a small planet who lives for a brief season -- He sees you as His child. He sees you as the being you are capable and designed to become. He wants you to know that you matter to Him." Dieter F. Uchtdorf
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Walmart & Me: the story of my fickle heart
I remember feeling neutral about Walmart as I was growing up. Then, in a college writing class one day I recall vividly a classmate saying, "There is something evil about Walmart. I feel shivery when I see that yellow smiley face." Soon enough I agreed with her--learning the "true cost behind everyday low prices." When my husband sought out supply chain internships partway through our time at BYU, I talked him out of applying for one with Walmart--even though the company is a supply chain guru. Fast forward a few years and we'd moved a dozen times. I found myself feeling oddly comforted by the consistency of Walmart stores no matter where we went. Utah, Massachusetts, Ohio, Texas, Idaho, California...Walmart is everywhere and 99% the same everywhere. I have loved not having to re-learn which aisles hold my groceries every time we move. Since moving to California, we have shopped at Walmart a lot because we have a supercenter just a 5 min. walk away from our apartment. It was a big reason why we chose this apartment. And lately I have been singing songs of adoration to Walmart. Why? Somebody at Walmart is a GENIUS I tell you: the store now delivers groceries. For free (with a small minimum purchase amount which the average household would have no trouble reaching) groceries can be bought online and show up in a matter of hours at the doorstep. Three nights ago, Jerry and I enjoyed ourselves browsing online and got our grocery shopping done in a fraction of the time it would have taken to walk all around the store with two kids in tow. At 9:55pm, we signed off our computer and went to bed. Then, magically in the morning right before Jerry headed off to work, a delivery man brought to our apartment all the goods we'd bought the night before. We had cold milk, frozen veggies, batteries, dental floss, etc. SO WONDERFUL. Don't you all wish you lived where we live. Does Walmart deliver in your area?
Monday, April 22, 2013
St. Patrick's Day Miracle
I feel a little silly posting it a month after the fact, but we had a memorable St. Patrick's Day this year. We invited some friends to dinner; however at the last minute they were unable to show up. Jerry and I stared blankly around at our lavish feast (Corned Beef of course) and wondered how to break the news to our little boy. He'd anticipated having friends over and would feel beyond disappointed that they were not coming.
Right at the time we realized our other guests were not coming, we heard a knock on the door. Our neighbors were there delivering "Leprechaun cookies." Cute tradition, btw. Green sugar cookies rolled in rainbow sprinkles. We told them of our plight--a holiday meal with nobody to share it with--and they obliged our request for their company. Mr. Lo had a blast playing with their 4-year-old girl and we enjoyed getting to know our neighbors better. Jerry and I regarded it as a blessing from God. A tender mercy that Lo was given a friend that night. I have no doubt God's hand touches our lives for good every day--"God does notice us, and he watches over us. But it is usually through another person that he meets our needs” (Spencer W. Kimball)
Jerry blew bubbles for the kids. Lots of laughter! And check out their festive green outfits. :) |
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Sunday, April 14, 2013
Preschool
One of my FAVORITE parts of living here in the Bay Area is having more Chinese resources than we know what to do with. For example, a few months ago when we started the hunt for a Perfect Preschool we ended up finding several that were Chinese and it has been tough narrowing it down to where we want to send our precious Mr. Lo. The first preschool we toured shall be termed "Classic Chinese." It was a bit heavy-handed in their academic expectations for 3 yr olds IMHO. The next preschool we toured was Christian-Chinese and I adore the head teacher/director because she is skillful, experienced, and radiates love for everybody. A great combo. Her preschool had no openings, but we managed to squeeze ourselves into two sessions of their summer camp after being on a wait-list. Yes did I mention preschool is competitive here. And expensive. Relatively. Anyway, the preschool we ended up going with after touring a total of 4 and looking into countless others is *drumroll* a Mandarin Chinese immersion play-based.
Since we moved here after the semester had started, we didn't get into this preschool right away. But an opening came up and we were offered a spot. The tricky part is, Lo's classmates had been in the Chinese environment since last September, so we wondered how well he could keep up in class. We've spoken very little Mandarin to him at home, and the class is 90% Mandarin immersion. A few days ago I asked Ma Laoshi how our son is adjusting. She laughed as she told me, "Even if he does not know what is going on, he still is always opening his mouth!" Which these teachers see as a positive trait. :) "The kids we have trouble with are the quiet ones," she explained. "We need them to be participating, talking, and actively involved so we know what they are understanding and how to guide their language learning." Lo has always been a loud and enthusiastic learner so his learning style fits how this classroom is set up. Also, the teacher praised, "he has a good personality. If he is feeling bad about something, it is gone quickly and his big smile comes right back."
It feels momentous for our son to start this chapter of his life. I see it as the beginning of him accepting significant influence from people outside our close inner social circle. We have taken the leap, embarked on the path, and look forward to all the joys, challenges and progression of the future. Education is a wonderful gift.
Note: living next-door to a homeless encampment has changed my prayers. I now sincerely thank God every day that I have a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in, food to eat and family to love. I also recently discovered I live next door in our apartment complex to a mother who cannot read or write in any language because she never had an opportunity for education in the country where she grew up. And so my prayers have grown more tender still, thanking God that I can raise my children in this land of opportunity. I am so glad to send my son to preschool! Chinese preschool! It is wonderful.
Since we moved here after the semester had started, we didn't get into this preschool right away. But an opening came up and we were offered a spot. The tricky part is, Lo's classmates had been in the Chinese environment since last September, so we wondered how well he could keep up in class. We've spoken very little Mandarin to him at home, and the class is 90% Mandarin immersion. A few days ago I asked Ma Laoshi how our son is adjusting. She laughed as she told me, "Even if he does not know what is going on, he still is always opening his mouth!" Which these teachers see as a positive trait. :) "The kids we have trouble with are the quiet ones," she explained. "We need them to be participating, talking, and actively involved so we know what they are understanding and how to guide their language learning." Lo has always been a loud and enthusiastic learner so his learning style fits how this classroom is set up. Also, the teacher praised, "he has a good personality. If he is feeling bad about something, it is gone quickly and his big smile comes right back."
It feels momentous for our son to start this chapter of his life. I see it as the beginning of him accepting significant influence from people outside our close inner social circle. We have taken the leap, embarked on the path, and look forward to all the joys, challenges and progression of the future. Education is a wonderful gift.
Note: living next-door to a homeless encampment has changed my prayers. I now sincerely thank God every day that I have a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in, food to eat and family to love. I also recently discovered I live next door in our apartment complex to a mother who cannot read or write in any language because she never had an opportunity for education in the country where she grew up. And so my prayers have grown more tender still, thanking God that I can raise my children in this land of opportunity. I am so glad to send my son to preschool! Chinese preschool! It is wonderful.
Oh what do you do with a bald baby
Put purple things on her head of course. Jerry calls the first hat "purple pineapple."
Monday, April 8, 2013
She's not a rabbit afterall
We had General Conference this weekend. I'd feel obligated to post on it, except that I have three backlogged posts already that are all just half done. So I want to start working on getting things posted. Here's one down, two to go...
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