Monday, April 22, 2013

Good Riddance!

All I can say about this past week is, "I'm so glad it's over, gone and done with."


It was one of those weeks where I felt like hiking my skirt up and run naked in the streets (and that would have been a terrifying sight), pull my hair out and scream at the top of my lungs:  "Can I at least be sick for one day people!"

Do I even deserve a sick day?  I mean with all the mothering, nurturing and love I showed everyone else, I can at least lay in bed and be sick, have someone put a thermometer in my mouth and a cold towel on my forehead and say.  "Here mommy, you're going to be just fine.  I'm going to take care of you"

Bah Humbug! 

How heavenly that would be to be sick and have people take care of me when I need them to.   Because I was sick like a dog delirious with a fever and a water fountain flowing out of my nose, plus a headache the size of Australia. ( the biggest island on earth and that's what my headache felt like).  To make is worse, I can hear waterworks in my head!  I thought I was on the verge having a water stroke or something.

But NOOOO, everyone else has to be sick at the same time including my darling husband who seems to be sick every day of the year now.  Well, not that I mind him being sick but damn, I just wanted to have a decent miserable sick day or night.  Is that too much to ask?

So I was miserably sick for a total of 2 days but I only got to lay down on my bed in total of 5 hours over all because I still had to work, I can't miss work cause it's a new job and I'm in training.  Still had to drop off, pick up kids, cook, shop, clean, wash, make sure everyone got their dose of medication, morning before leave to work and in the middle of the night when I'm in agony of being sick!   I was a walking zombie the whole week. 

Until Sunday of course, where I went to church and the good Lord fixed my annoyed heart and pampered me with his love.  Sundays always saves and cures me of all my sickness in my mind, body, heart and soul.  That is one day that I am forever grateful for. 

I am just glad it's a brand new week and a brand new start.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Oh boy, another birthday in the house

Oh boy, another birthday for this month in our home.  Three to be exact.  On the 4th was my Mahonrai, then my princess Beverly Shania.  Now, just yesterday, we celebrated my second to the oldest son Petueli.  He is an amazing individual.  We call him Leli.  Above is a picture of him and his sister Sisilia.  Those two have always been close.  We had so much fun last night making his favorite food for dinner and baking him his cake.  He thinks he's too old to blow out any candles, so he uses his hands to extinguish the flames.  I like to baby their birthdays because I know it annoys them to no end.  They think they're too old and too cool for birthday celebrations. 

I didn't get to see Leli until after 9pm last night.  He was gone to work before I woke up and I had to work and run errands to my Auntie Peta and my dad.  I came as he was eating his fish and manioke.  His cake looked like someone walked on it.  His sister Mele had the honor of putting the frosting on it and she totally ruined the friggin cake.  Nevertheless, we had not choice but to put on the candles and force him to listen to our singing the birthday song.  Afterwards, the whole family was on the ball in devouring all our favorite good old fashion, chocolate cake.  Yuuuuummmyy...


Saturday, April 13, 2013

Grief and Loss

How can we possibly know the depth of grief a mother feels when she looses her one and only son?  My friend and distant cousin, Tupou lost her only child Sione to a shooting early this morning at a Maverick.  At first I didn't want to hear the news when my son told me.  Because with one so alive, handsome and so full of life, all at once killed before he's suppose to leave this life.  I can imagine the grief and sorrow she must be going through.  But to truly understand the pain, I don't think I can even comprehend a fraction of it. 

This picture is of Tupou and Sione with our customary ta'ovala around his waist.  He was her pride and joy.   The apple of her eye.  Just a day ago I saw on Facebook that she was preparing for Sione's wedding.  I was surprised so I inquired to make sure he's getting married.  Just a few years back he accompanied my daughter Sisilia when she sings for my oldest son's wedding.  My son's name is Sione too but I call him by his middle name Leveni.

Sione is an affluent piano player.  Started at a very young age with the best teacher money can buy.  He played at church functions, educational functions and everyone was impressed by his ability to play the piano.  He also was a member of a Polynesian dance group.  He was as talented as he was good looking.

Death comes to us all of course.  But "when" death comes, is the big question.  I grieve with my friend Tupou.  She may not know it, but she's not grieving alone this day.  So many of us loved Sione and the cold sorrow of his death chills us all.  We all experience deep sorrow and sadness when we loose loved ones.  We mourn together with everyone that has ever experience such loss.

"My grief lies all within, And these external manners of lament.  Are merely shadows to the unseen grief.  That swells with silence in the tortured soul."       Shakespeare


Monday, April 8, 2013

Spiritual Nourishment

Yesterday was the last two sessions of the 183rd session of the General Conference.  My soul has bask in a much needed spiritual feast to lift up my spirit and ease my burdens.  I love General Conferences.  Most of all, I love listening to the prophets and apostles of the Lord.  They say exactly what I need to hear, so I can improve myself and help my family improve themselves.

President Monson's talk made me laugh and reminded me of my own mischievous young age.  He was forbid by his parents never to use a match or lighter without adult supervision, but at the age of eight, every child is prone to some type of mischief.  So, during a Summer vacation up in their cabin on the mountains, he took upon himself and his best buddy at the time to sneak in the house and steal a lighter.  The consequences was almost devastating of course.  The key to his talk was obedience

Eld. Bednar perhaps made the most impact on me as he outright, without hesitant or sugar coating, talk about Chastity. 

"The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints has a single, undeviated standard of sexual morality...Violating the law of chastity is a grievous sin and misuse of our physical tabernacles...Marriage is between a man and a woman...Defiling the body is an act of rebellion and a denial of our true identity as sons and daughters of God. Love increases through righteous restraint and decreases through impulsive indulgent..."

So many wonderful talks from our church leaders these past weekend.  Makes me ever so grateful that I am part of this great and marvelous gospel.  Where would I be without it?  Where would my children be without their upbringing in this magnificent gospel?  I tell you,  we'd all be lost within the carnal whirlpool of this life.  Sucked in by the temptations of the devil that we may all be miserable like unto him.  During this conference I came to understand exactly why Satan desires that we misuse our bodies and not keep the law of chastity.  It's because he, himself doesn't have a body and this enrages him so he stays true to his promise that he will do everything in his power to destroy our spirit so we won't return home to the presence of our Heavenly Father.  

Every General Conference gives me renewed strength and courage to strive to be as perfect as I can become.  To focus on the most important things instead of the frivolous material things of this world.  That I should always count my blessings that I am part of a great and eternal plan.  Our spirits are eternal and when it's time to lay this body down to the grave, my spirit will soar on forever and ever.  That's why it is pivotal and utterly important that we make sure we live a well lived and righteous life.

Thursday, April 4, 2013


So my Mahonrai Teancum  is seventeen to-day.  He is the last of the "MOHICANS!"  my
youngest son and he brings such joy to my life.  Easy going
boy and full of compassion and love for his family and friends.  This boy is like a walking Wikipedia.  He remembers everything he reads about and his knowledge of  World History is mind blowing.   Very bright and very distracted.

His little league coach nicknamed BIG MO.  To this day, many call him by this.  MO.  I can't believe he is 17.  On my wall is a picture of him running to me from his Kindergarten bus after his first day of school.  To-day he's 6'0 almost 250lbs.  His smile is infectious and he is such a big momma's boy.  This is Mahonrai with my father "Charlie".

 Mahonrai makes parenting so much easier.  His main focus is in school, games and sports.  Too immature to notice girls as of yet.  Too busy with games and Rugby right now.  Next year he'll be 18 and leaving on his 2 year mission.   Time sure flies.

Being last of the Toki boys in the family, he gets a bit frustrated with his two older brothers.  They claim he's too soft and spoiled but nothing can be farther from the truth.  This boy's got the strength of Samson and one thing I dread is that he doesn't have a brother closer to his age to grow up with.  My two oldest sons always had each others back.  They did everything together.  Mahonrai got his 3 little sisters and I just know they annoy him to no end.  He likes to boss them around because for a while there, he was the man of the house for dad was always sick. 

I love you Big MO.  Happy Seventeenth birthday.