Wednesday, November 30

SUPERMOM . . .

The thing I love most about visiting Sun and seeing her in action in her own home and environs is seeing what a great woman she has become. This girl's got it all, I'm telling you.

She can corral two temper-tantrum-y ladies and placate them with a word and a kiss, and nothing more.

She can cook up a massive Korean home-style dinner (with flavors learned from her mother, which taste exactly like the flavors used by my own Omma, and you tell me that doesn't mean that we are truly sisters in some way) in a matter of minutes, and the only pitfall is that she forgets to plug in the rice cooker.

She can shop and not drop, with two ladies, a stroller, a backpack, a cooler bag, and an arm full of clothes to try on in tow.

She can wrap a birthday gift, make a homemade birthday card, cook a hot breakfast, all with the two ladies involved, and still have a non-frazzled, unforced smile on her face at the end of it all.

She can take classes and do homework and compile portfolio projects and complete take-home final exams, and have humongous dreams for her professional life, even as her personal life becomes more and more plump.

She can look objectively at the people around her and wish herself to be like them or not be like them, and strive to make herself better and better at an age when most people start to not care how they continue to change and grow (or not grow).

She can do all this and still throw a good spazz, zing a sharp one-liner, and discuss a major social phenomenon (while quite effectively blocking out the "mommymommymommymommymommymommy" from the back seat of the minivan).

I know who I want to be like when I grow up.

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