KOMU Report

Did anyone see this? Both Roy and I were featured in this report a couple of years ago on KOMU. It has some good information in relation to what we're doing currently with MMEET.

I and my mom

When I was up to an early grader, I think I had still rubbed my mom's breasts like a baby. Since my mom had breastfed me, it was a kind of "toy" for me. I still remember the warmth of my mom's belly and bosom. When I entered my upper grader years or adolescent period, I started to distance hugging or embracing or touching mom's bosom. I started to see my mother as a human being and objectively. Before this period, my mom was always right and my dad was always wrong!

During my adolescent period, I started to see her demerits, weaknesses, and shortnesses of her views and personality. Sometimes I was really angry at her so I hit the wall with my fist in front of her. Shame on me! I started to understand father more as the turning point of my adolescent period. I think I didn't talk about much of the girls that I liked during my adolescent period and others such as a religion. I had to hide my attending church for a year and half to my mom.

During my college, I joined students' democracy movements which my mom was against me stopping it. I realized that I and my mom were different to see life and society, but I could understand why she was thinking that way. Through her family history, the society, and the history, I could unterstand her so my relationship with mom was not a big issue for me. I always had a belief that my mom could understand me eventually because I am her son.

Somehow and sometimes, even now, I weep and cry when I think of my mom, who went through a rough life: The Korean War, losing her dad and house at her young age, losing her brother in the miliary service , eventually her mom. She have lost one by one. When I was young, whenever we visited the national cemetry where her brother was buried, on the memorial day, my mom was crying so bitterly. At the time I didn't understand why she had to cry so bitterly, but now I understand her. I think my mom has been a big part of me and my life. I think my thinking and emotion is still a lot under her influence, whereas I try to distance hers from my wife's one intentionally after my marriage.

reading

Having a 6 yead old son his past two halloween customes were a power ranger and this year a spider man. THey both had the big muscles as Grant said. Joshua wears them around the house all the time and it is funny seeing him like a mini hercules. WHen he wears the customes he comes up to me and says Daddy feel my big muslces. He loves having the customes so he can have big muscles.

The chapter about moms really made me think. I have always got along with my dad, but I have never had the honest open relationship that i have had and still have with my mom. She is the one person that I know no matter what I do or get yslef into, she will always be there for me, even to this day. I thnk my wife does not like that we are so close. After reading that chapter about that it made me realize why I am so close to her. Like the boy in the chapter who did not tell his mom about a break up, I ran into a situation like that in undergrad. My mom was completly devasted that I did not tell her aobut it when it happened. And the funny thing is, is that she did not like that particlar girl, yet she was still upset that I did not tell her.

My dad was always the one that I could count on to give me an honest answer when it came to my critiqing myself about sports. I would ask him what I could do to improve my game or what ever and he would tell me his opinion. If I was to ask my mom she would be like, you did great...I do not think you colud do any better.

I see my son going to my wife more when he is sad or unhappy. I do not know why he does this, becase I do not think I have ever given him the impression that it is okay to be sad or that is it ok to cry. He does not like me seeing him cry either. He will go behind the chair or completyl into another room just so I do not see him crying.