Wednesday, December 4, 2013

A letter to my daughter on her 4th birthday.



To My Precious Daughter,

This morning you woke me up with your sweet kisses.  After blinking back the sleep, I could feel your little nose pressed up against my own and I could feel the soft brush of your lashes tickle my cheek.  Your little body fits snugly next to mine and I cherish those first few peaceful moments of the day. This morning you held my face between your two little hands and you whispered that you love me; there is no better alarm to wake me from my slumber.

At four years old, you can now walk down the stairs and make your own breakfast.  You even manage to set out the placemat, poor the milk and wash up your dishes when you  are finished.  Your autonomy has grown in the past year and you demand to do most things yourself.  I am not saying that this does not test your mommy’s and daddy’s patience, however deep down we are proud of your independence.

One of your growing interests is art.  You can spend hours at your little green desk creating pictures and other crafts.  You enjoy making greeting cards for your friends and family and you are at your happiest with a glitter glue stick in one hand and scissors in the other.  You love to read and your literary interests are as eclectic as you are.  You love books on dinosaurs, Scaredy Squirrel and Splat the Cat.  One of your favorite books happens to be a non-fiction book about the history of medicine.  I still find it funny that when we cuddle up before bed, you request that I read you the chapter about blood transfusions or amputations. You are also developing as a story teller and I love to close my eyes and listen to you spin your tales about dragons and mermaids and princesses.

Some of your favorite things are popcorn, minions and watching movies at the theater.  You love “scooting,” gardening and sliding down your new big girl bed. It is a wonder that you can entertain yourself with your “found things,”  a stick, a rock and a feather can keep you busy playing for hours. You are still fascinated by airplanes, fairies, birds and butterflies and you continue to dream about flying.  You have created all sorts of winged prototypes; I dream that with your ingenuity and your determination that you will come to design something that will one day help you take flight.
This summer I bought you a butterfly net and you spent many hours catching bugs and then examining them under a magnifying glass.  You made friends with all of the family pets that we would visit and you conspired ways to bring them back to Saigon with us.  You had a well thought out plan for getting those kitties and doggies in your carryon luggage.  You sang “You are my Sunshine” to your grandpa Gary in front of a big crowd and you spent hours playing with your cousin Rory. 

In August, you happily hopped on the school bus that took you to your first day of school.  You are not a big fan of the blue uniform, especially the shorts on PE day, but you love school.  At school, you have made new friends, love to draw and to play outside.  You have started to play soccer and even though during most practices you are more interested in catching bugs, I can see moments of future soccer greatness (but I guess that is what mommas do).

As a child that is growing up a third culture kid, we have had to say farewell to so many friends in the past year, but you are also learning to make new friends wherever you go.  And oh the places we go! This year you swam in your own sky pool in Danang, floated on boats made from rice bags with the local Ticaoan children in the Philippeans and lounged lazily on the hammock of your deck that overlooked the bay of Pulau Weh (an island off the coast of Banda Ache in Sumatra).  You sat patiently as our banka zoomed around Donsol bay looking for whale sharks.  You even bravely donned a mask and snorkel so that you could hop in to swim with the gentle giants.  You were fascinated by the Tomb of “Uncle Ho” (which by the way you often confuse with Colonel Sanders) and you shared the sights of your Vietnam with Grandma and Grandpa.

On this your fourth birthday, I feel overjoyed that I have you to smile at me and brighten up my day. I cherish that together we love cooking and that I have someone to share my passions with. You make me laugh when you break into spontaneous song (Ba-na-na) and I admire your confidence, charisma and clever wit.  I look forward to where the next year takes us.

All my love,
Mommy













Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Christmas Traditions

It is Christmas Eve here in Saigon and with Ava tucked into bed, visions of sugar plums dancing in her head, I am sitting here in our living room sipping a freshly brewed cup of eggnog. As I listen to everyone from Bing Crosby to Elvis and Carrie Underwood sing “I’ll be home for Christmas,” memories of Christmases past begin to fill my mind…..

As a member of the MTV generation, my memories artistically flash by like music videos playing in my mind. I get visions of smiling faces, cheeks flush from spiced cocktails; my aunties dressing me in velvet dresses, trying to put curls in my hair. Glittering Christmas trees that look like they belong on the cover of a magazine, with tinkling globes and bells of glass, handmade decorations inherited from ancestors past. Cousins playing and laughing, while trying to stay out of trouble. Songs of Christmas carols that fill the nighttime air, while family and friends gather around the fireplace drinking eggnog and sharing stories of the year. Candles glow on the table, while atole simmers on the stove, mistletoe strung over every door.

My earliest memories of Christmas begin with the big Christmas Eve party that always took place at “Mima’s house.” Preparation would begin early in the day with everyone pitching in to clean and cook for the crowd. I remember clearly the scent of freshly polished wood mingling with the scents of simmering onions and chilies. When the festivities got under way, we kids would sit eagerly on the stairs as family would arrive in fancy dress full of Christmas cheer. Each family to arrive was greeted with a loud “hey” as they walked into the door and the noise would rise to a crescendo into the crisp eve. Dinner would be a feast, with the menu a surprise each year. After dinner we would sing carols well into the late night, finishing with jingle bells which would announce Santa’s arrival. Christmas evening was truly magical at my grandparent’s house.

On Christmas day my brother and I would rush down in our jammies to see what Santa had left us. The morning was spent opening presents and we would laze the rest of the day, watching Miracle on 34th street and It’s a Wonderful Life. These childhood memories are now spiked with more recent memories of Christmases spent climbing volcanoes, exploring ancient temples, sleeping on dive boats and eating our holiday dinner while sitting on the sand of a palm fringed beach. Traveling to far flung places have become our new Christmas tradition.

When Ava was born it was really important for us to begin our own family traditions. I struggled with the thought that Ava wouldn’t have that same feeling of wonderment that those large family gatherings brought me, so Gary and I began to infuse some of our family customs to begin our own family traditions. A few years ago my mom and dad were able to track down my Great-grandmother’s Christmas chocolate recipes and I now make those to share with friends. Just one bite brings back so many memories, they taste just like Christmas. This year my mom and dad came to Saigon for a visit and together we made Chiles Rellenos and Tamales for our holiday feast. With some practice I hope to master these recipes to add to our holiday menu. On Christmas morning, Gary has been continuing his family’s tradition of making Swedish hotcakes and adding an orange to the stockings.

Here are a few photos from this year’s Christmas celebration.

Enjoying our Posole



Her gift from Mommy and Daddy

Enjoying some tea


Making cookies for Santa

You can see that she taste tested this one.