I've just knocked down these past two weeks of uprising stress. It has been quite the struggle, but thru it all another blessing. Baby Fa'amoana was in the hospital this week. He was diagnosed with RSV, and had to spend a couple of days in the hospital. He has had a quick recovery, and is back to his old self. For the couple of days that he was sick, it was sad that I wasn't able to wake up to his happy face, but after we were able to leave the hospital and return home, he seemed to recover faster than they thought. I honestly think it was because he saw everyone's faces again. I'm not going to lie, his sickness got so bad I though this was the end for him. But God had other plans for him, and has kept him here. All I know is that I am thankful that I shared a room with a family who was an inspiration to us.
She walked in happy, the tone of her voice- joyful. The rooms are separated by a white curtain, so we could hear everything she was saying, likewise for her to us. She seemed to get along so well with the nurses. They adored her daughter so much. At the time, I thought the nurses just knew the lady and her daughter because they might've come in a time before. The lady's comments were so positive, her daughters laughter, so adorable. We've been in the hospital for two days, and for us it was uncomfortable...depressing. You're in a hospital with sick children, of course it was hard to bare. When all was settled, and she and her daughter got comfortable, she then pushed the curtain back, and had a great big smile. She promptly introduced herself, and walked straight to baby's crib side. I introduced myself, and tried to keep it small talk. I wasn't in the mood for anything at the moment. She offered random things like candy and such. A complete stranger talking to ME?!?! Why was she doing all of this?
After a couple hours she needed to run down to the main lobby to grab a few things, and asked if I can watch her daughter. I said yes, and she left. Since she was gone, I wanted to take a quick look at her daughter. I pulled the curtain back to see this beautiful little baby girl. She also had RSV, and to my surprise was down syndrome. My heart quickly melted. She was the cutest little human being I have ever seen. And to have such an optimistic mother? Truly amazing.
Things weren't going so well with me, so being with this mother and daughter definitely opened my eyes. This lady was super positive, and by positive I mean she was always coming and talking to me, telling me great stories, her attitude was just so bright, and the way she talked about her own children made me want to hurry and have more.
Who could've guessed that an absolute stranger could lighten my load entirely?! A stranger who probably had trials of her own, but yet humbled herself so well, that you couldn't even see a glimpse of it! She taught me a valuable lesson. ATTITUDE IS EVERYTHING. No matter the circumstance, it's all up to you on how you want to go about things. Lord knows I needed to greatly be reminded of the simplest skill that needs to be perfected.
Silent leadership is something I look up to daily. The random people I cross paths with, I always make sure to find the greater good from them, and help inspire me to good unto others also.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Shave me baaaaaald.
I'm a full tongan girl, with all the Tongan genetics. Tall, check! Big calves, check! Great singer, harmonizer, and an extremely loud obnoxious laugh, check! Check! Annnnnd double check! But when it comes to that long, silky, curly dark brown hair- I didn't inherit even a strand of that!! It looks more like my DNA gave me my dads hair and hair line, and gave my moms long hurr to my brothers!
Don't get me wrong though, there was a time in my life when I did have the most amazing hair. That happen to be when I fully developed as a women........7th GRADE!!!! If you're a Polynesian girl, you know most of us be fully grown, probably over grown by the age of 12! Haha, but as I went through high school, I began to cut my hair, shape it, rearrange it because it seem like it just wasn't becoming the fully volumed super curly hair that it once was. I ended up cutting my hair so much that many of my friends thought I was becoming the....well...lesbi-honest! And although it was a joke, it hurt! I'd cry myself to sleep at night! Hahaha, no I'm kidding! But geez, I was sick and tired of everyone asking why I cut my hair. And super tired of my brothers telling me if I got a missionary hair cut!
ANNNND THHHENNN!!!!! It seemed during my pregnancy that my hair was healthy again. My curls were coming back, and it started growing again. I was twirling my big head while the air was infatuating my luscious black curls. I. Was. Sasha fierce! Haha, and then I had baby, and BOOM- back to looking like smigel!
I've tried everything in the book. From pouring beer on my hair, to that stupid horse shampoo! Nothing has worked. I even stopped using the curly iron, straightener, and all that for awhile. But I still look like Beyonces........dad! Haha, I have come to conclusion that I have to be thankful with what I got, I mean not everyone gets to look like beyonce's dad!! Hahaha, but to make do with what I got. I got to pull it off! I may not be the poly girl that has the "long hurr, don't Kurr!" But what I do have is a husband who loves running his hands through my very fihi, short hair! I'm lucky to have a guy who helps me embrace my flaws! He knows how to make me feel like everyone want this! *swirling head around dramatically!* I know it's just another flaw to get over, and I have. It took me a very long while, but I managed to build a long bridge, and get the heeecccckkkk over it.
That's all for today! Xo.
Don't get me wrong though, there was a time in my life when I did have the most amazing hair. That happen to be when I fully developed as a women........7th GRADE!!!! If you're a Polynesian girl, you know most of us be fully grown, probably over grown by the age of 12! Haha, but as I went through high school, I began to cut my hair, shape it, rearrange it because it seem like it just wasn't becoming the fully volumed super curly hair that it once was. I ended up cutting my hair so much that many of my friends thought I was becoming the....well...lesbi-honest! And although it was a joke, it hurt! I'd cry myself to sleep at night! Hahaha, no I'm kidding! But geez, I was sick and tired of everyone asking why I cut my hair. And super tired of my brothers telling me if I got a missionary hair cut!
ANNNND THHHENNN!!!!! It seemed during my pregnancy that my hair was healthy again. My curls were coming back, and it started growing again. I was twirling my big head while the air was infatuating my luscious black curls. I. Was. Sasha fierce! Haha, and then I had baby, and BOOM- back to looking like smigel!
I've tried everything in the book. From pouring beer on my hair, to that stupid horse shampoo! Nothing has worked. I even stopped using the curly iron, straightener, and all that for awhile. But I still look like Beyonces........dad! Haha, I have come to conclusion that I have to be thankful with what I got, I mean not everyone gets to look like beyonce's dad!! Hahaha, but to make do with what I got. I got to pull it off! I may not be the poly girl that has the "long hurr, don't Kurr!" But what I do have is a husband who loves running his hands through my very fihi, short hair! I'm lucky to have a guy who helps me embrace my flaws! He knows how to make me feel like everyone want this! *swirling head around dramatically!* I know it's just another flaw to get over, and I have. It took me a very long while, but I managed to build a long bridge, and get the heeecccckkkk over it.
That's all for today! Xo.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
2zer01THR3E
I'm lost for words. There's no better way then starting your year out by sending a missionary on his mission for two years. What a great way to lead by example, more so, a greater way on showing improvement. 2012 has a huge impact on my life. That is the year where I finally decided to make more of myself. To achieve greater. I found love, by finding myself through all the rough patches. I made love by saying I do to my soulmate, and I created love by giving birth to a healthy five pound, forteen ounce baby boy.
What are my goals for this year? Well besides dieting to look like Beyonce again, I have decided to accomplish three things. To become a better wife and mother, to get sealed for all time and eternity, and to live a celestral life here on earth. I have proved to the world and to myself that my soul has purpose, that my heart beats for a reason. If I don't suceed in life educationally, I want to perfect myself spiritaully. I mean, maybe in the future education has it's place, and I absolutely hope for that. But in the mean time, I feel like this year is all about enhancing my faith. I know what it is, and what faith does, but do I use the tools to keep it? No, not always. I want to teach myself to be optimistic, and realistic through it all. I want to pray daily, and be able to humble myself through the worst circumstances.
2013 is another year to make it right. It's another year to be thankful for the simple things, and push yourself to become a greater someone. Let's make this year count! Xo.
What are my goals for this year? Well besides dieting to look like Beyonce again, I have decided to accomplish three things. To become a better wife and mother, to get sealed for all time and eternity, and to live a celestral life here on earth. I have proved to the world and to myself that my soul has purpose, that my heart beats for a reason. If I don't suceed in life educationally, I want to perfect myself spiritaully. I mean, maybe in the future education has it's place, and I absolutely hope for that. But in the mean time, I feel like this year is all about enhancing my faith. I know what it is, and what faith does, but do I use the tools to keep it? No, not always. I want to teach myself to be optimistic, and realistic through it all. I want to pray daily, and be able to humble myself through the worst circumstances.
2013 is another year to make it right. It's another year to be thankful for the simple things, and push yourself to become a greater someone. Let's make this year count! Xo.
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