We only had one car, my parents gave us one of their spare cars. I don't know how to cook Korean food, so my mother slaved over a stove, after she came home from her work, to give him a traditional Korean meal every night. When we felt that we were able to move out on our own, my parents gave us a loan to buy a home. They gave us one of their vehicles to take with us to our new home. When I went back to work after my second child was born, my mother closed her business and took care of my children so that I could work full-time.
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To this day, she still watches my children and takes my daughter to and from school. We have purchased a larger home and my parents are still supporting us through this endeavor with their tips and tricks of being homeowners. My mother has no boundaries to the love she gives my family and even though we no longer live with her, she still sends home food for my husband so that he doesn't miss Korea so much. I remember as a young child, times were financially hard in our family.
Mom would sometimes have to borrow my allowance money to make ends meet at the end of the week. Still once a month, she would buy some steaks and would grill them up for Dad and I she knew I loved steak , and would end up giving me half of hers because I would want more. I was too young to completely understand what she was doing.
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But, as I became "married with children," I came to understand the sacrifices parents make for their kids. I just opened my morning newspaper to your article [The Des Moines Register recently published a piece asking for reader recollections for Mother's Day ] I read after the piece [about the] SEP Vigil on students addressing bullying. Going to school there in the late 60's and early 70's, I, myself, was a victim of bullying. But in those times, that [was] not what it was called. I was born with a speech impediment.
Born with a cleft palette that impaired my speech dramatically. Yes, I was made fun of many many times. But I do attribute my strength and courage to my mother. She knew I had to be prepared for my adult life.
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She encouraged me to step forward and always speak for myself, make my own doctor appointments, hair appointments and step forward in public places. She gave me such self worth and encouraged me to pursue my dreams. My dream of dance. I now have been in the dance business for 43 years.
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I own a dance studio for children and owe a lot of this success to my mother. Your tender article brought tears to my eyes. Seeing your mother as mine, trying to do the best for their daughters. With all these issues on bullying, sometimes I think parents and families need to step in early and focus on their children's self worth. It starts in the home. To build confidence and integrity. We need to make our children strong. Even though she's no longer here, there isn't a day that goes by when I'm not thinking of my mom, Ila Mae Simdorn.
My mom taught school for many, many years, and she taught me about life. She modeled daily to me: strength, wisdom, patience, faith, loyalty and unconditional love! Ila Mae Simdorn was an amazing mom, grandma and great-grandma, and her legacy now lives on through her family. This year, I am being hosted by the Roberts family. As I think about heading home this June, I want to thank my entire host family, but especially my host mom, Sara. My year wouldn't have been this exciting and full of adventures without my host mom.
She has provided me so many American and my first-time experiences. During the spring break, we went to Florida for vacation. Florida is the place that I've wanted to visit since before I came here. We drove almost 21 hours to Madeira beach and we drove through 5 states. I didn't only get to go to Florida and see the ocean, but I also got to see many different things in different cities.
It was literally the best spring break ever. I'm so thankful to my host mom for taking me to that trip and making my dream come true. I came here because I wanted to experience some different culture, language and school life. Basketball is one of the biggest reasons why I chose here. I've always wanted to experience the American basketball and learn it. My basketball season here in America was amazing with all the support of my host mom. This AFS experience has given me more than I can describe, and it's all because of my host mom's support. If you are interested in learning more about hosting AFS Exchange Student like me this fall, visit afsusa.
She put me up for adoption. Then after I found her in my 20s she opened her arms wide and welcomed me, then as a double gift went and found my father for me - who has never had any other children. She didn't have to re-live the pain of any of it but did. My mother, Dorothy McCormick of Mount Pleasant, has been an amazing mother, grandmother and great-grandmother for her four children and their families.
She has been a model of strength when faced with adverse situations. When widowed at the age of 36 and left with four children ages , she continued to live on the farm and provide a loving home for us. With that same strength and acceptance, her family has watched her face each new transition in her life.
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Now at 97 and living in assisted living, she continues to be a "teacher" to her family as to how to live one's life. On her 90th birthday, mom gave each of her children and grandchildren a wonderful book she wrote of her life. In her own words, we have her life history It is truly a book that we treasure now and will be treasured by generations to come. On my first day of kindergarten she gave me her wedding ring to keep in my sock as a reassurance I would be alright and that she return for me.
These ducks were happily swimming and quacking. He advanced one of the ducklings who looked to be just a bit larger and older than the ugly duckling. With this, the new family of ducks turned and stared at the ugly duckling. As this family of ducks began to quack and laugh at the ugly ducking, he waddled off again in search of a nicer family to call his own.
He waddled far away from the pond with the family of ducks. All this waddling made him even dirtier than before!
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Next the ugly duckling came to an even larger pond filled with a family of geese. The goslings were a brown-gray like he was! He advanced one of the goslings who looked even larger and greyer than him. With this, the family of geese turned and stared at the ugly duckling. As this family of ducks began to honk and laugh at the ugly ducking.
You are more than welcome to join our family. The geese were very kind to him though their honks hurt his ears.
Many days and nights passed and the ugly duckling was living happily with the geese. He loved to play with the goslings and the mother and father treated him like their own. Everything was perfect. A hunter and his basset hound approached the pond. The hunter began firing off shots at the geese and the hound chased the birds around the pond trying to catch one. The ugly duckling could do nothing but sit still. You sure are ugly!
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He was growing larger; his feathers were coming in and the ugly duckling was able to fly off the ground. However, the ugly duckling had become very weak and hungry; he did not have enough strength to fly. With that, the farmer and his wife allowed the ugly duckling to live with them in the hopes that the duck would lay eggs for them to eat. They waited and waited… and waited. What happens when such a label gets attached to your everyday experiences? In order to understand mental health, we need to talk openly about it.