妈妈丰盛季节 - Part 1 新手妈妈

To be honest, when I first got this book, I was not sure if I could finish it (looking back at my past history)..However, I finished reading the first chapter within 20min, and so far, interesting..haha..maybe because this book was closely related to my situation now, being a MOTHER..the author's stories has more or less similar to mine..and I could 'click' with her..

Hence, I am goin to share some of the meaningful quotes from the author in this blog..for those who are my blog readers and being a mother yourself..hope that these help you..

孩子在身边，只是母亲人生的一个季节。是春耕，是夏矖，总是会到秋收时节。

仿佛就在昨日，孩子渐渐长大，翻身，爬动，会站了，咿咿呀呀学讲话，那第一声‘妈’，管它是随意冒出来的外星文，还是真懂得我就是他的‘妈’，早已让人心花怒放，心醉神迷！‘妈妈’是那么甜蜜又奇异的称呼。从此，我的生命与孩子紧密相连。

我似乎忘了曾经三更半夜挣扎起来换尿布的疲惫痛苦，好像漫漫长夜，永无止境；我也忘了每天起早晚睡，照顾他们衣食无虞（yu2）的辛苦，抱怨难道永远做老妈子。

有了孩子，我从办公室进入家庭，从职业妇女转为家庭主妇，生活起了不少改变。

现今传统家庭价值受到忽略，甚至鄙视，是不争的事实。家庭主妇被认为是一个落伍，与世脱节的女人，天天过着单调，乏味，琐务缠身的生活，做些毫无止境也无酬劳，没有价值的工作！

尽管如此，仍不断有专家指出 - 没有 一处能取代家，没有一人能取代母亲。

孩子的成长只有一回，时机过去不再来。

做个甘心乐意的妈妈吧！房子可以等，车子可以等，升迁可以等，惟有孩子不能等；毕竟童年一去不返，机会过去不再来。你的职分也没有任何人可以取代，你的价值举足轻重。

妈妈丰盛季节

Yesterday at church, Rev Mrs Wee highly recommended me a book, written by another 师母 in Taiwan..I bought it and prayed that I will manage to finish it.. :P (Don't know why, everytime when I read a book, I just can't seemed to finish it! Bad habit)

作者小档案

彭臧(zang4)玉芝，与夫婿彭怀冰牧师在校园福音团契工作三十五年退休，多年来带领学生，从事婚姻家庭辅导之余，身体力行，建立基督化家庭，育有二子，并有一孙。

Shall read it before commenting more on this book.

Heart touching story - A boy, a doll and one white rose

Really heart touching.........

I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old..
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The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Uncle, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.


I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my
sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister...''

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I
told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I
come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly..

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'


Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'


I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever...

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.

Ian's hair cut experience

26.6.12
Today I brought Ian to an Indian barber for hair cut..I guessed most of the babies/toddlers hate hair cut and will certainly cry their lungs out!

This was Ian's 2nd visit to the barber..As soon as we stepped into the shop..Ian's emotion changed..He grabbed onto my shirt tightly..and when the barber put the cloth around his neck and began to cut his hair..Ian began to cry loudly..poor boy!

Mom does not work

"Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed." She went to the kitchen to keep things ready for the next morning's breakfast, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table. She then put some of the soiled clothes in a bucket of water to be washed in the morning; picked up... the newspapers strewn on the floor, put the telephone book back into the drawer, emptied the waste basket and hung up the towel to dry. She yawned, stretched, and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note on what has to be purchased at the grocery store, and put it in her purse, and as she was about to get herself into the night clothes, Dad called,"I thought you were in bed already!" "I am on my way," Mom said. She then put some water in the dog's dish, put the cat outside, made sure the doors were locked. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out a bedside lamp, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks in the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework. She then set the alarm, laid out clothing for the next day for the children, straightened up the shoe rack, said "Thank you" to the Lord, before going into bed. About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular, "I'm going to bed," ....And he did! Very often in our lives, we have a tendency to TAKE FOR GRANTED all that our Mothers do for us. Ask a student appearing for an interview for a professional course, "What does your Father and Mother do?" Quick comes the reply, "My Dad is an engineer. Mom does not work!" We hardly realize that Mom in fact works more than Dad! The hours of work she puts in during the day will certainly be more than the hours of work Dad puts in, and yet "Mom does not work!" After we have read this, let us go to our Mom and say, "THANK YOU MOM!" and give her a warm hug! She deserves more, mind you! ~by Bishop Percival Fernandez