How to raise bilingual children in 5 steps

Posted March 30th, 2015 by Mia Mei

I know something about how to raise bilingual children.

bilingual child - Mia Mei

Bilingual Child Mia Mei

I have 2 sons that are not only bilingual, they are bi-cultural. There’s a big difference. I will write about that in future posts. Go to Who’s My daddy for a very brief report of how they turned out.

5 steps? 10 steps? That number is a bit arbitrary.

I do know, however, it takes concerted effort and sacrifice to raise bilingual children. It does not just happen. Good luck with just hoping your kids turn out speaking two languages.

The steps –

1. Expose your children to both languages. The more your children hear both languages being spoken the more intrigued they become. Also, language skills enter through the ear. Children must hear what they want to say before they can say it.

2. Make it fun for your child to hear both languages. My children watched cartoons and such in both Japanese and English. When they were little they never knew they were Read more »

Lessons I learnt from my dad

Posted March 29th, 2015 by Mia's Daddy

I feel blessed to have the parents I do. God has truly been exceptionally kind. Of course, all I have learned in life is thanks to them. I suspect that everyone reading this feels the same way about their parents. It is true though, that we are who we are because our parents put in so much hard work into us. But I do believe that I can only hope to have all the qualities that my parents have and wanted me to imbibe.

One of the qualities I have always admired about my dad, is his magnanimity. He is so large hearted, and he has always taught me to give more than I receive. Its something I try to do in all of my relationships. Its something I have learned from observation, and I hope to be as generous and large hearted as him some day.

Another thing my dad has always taught me is to always be prepared for the future. He taught me to be careful about things like leaving home early for a flight and being prepared for unexpected eventualities. He always told me to learn to cook, since it was a life skill that enables you to live life without having to depend on someone else. I guess its thanks to his advice that I have been able to teach my self to cook, and am able to write a blog on it today!

Dad also explained to me that life is not fair. There will always be unexplained instances that seem the most unfair, and all we can do, is to accept them and make the most of what we have. This is a valuable lesson, and I have always kept it in mind. There have been many times that it has helped me from completely breaking down, like the first time I got a rejected from a college or didn’t make a job interview. Life is unfair, but these instances make you stronger, and help you face tougher situations in life.

Dad has also been instrumental in teaching me that we do not get everything we want in life. I used to make the millions of demands that all children do, and he would sometimes say no just to teach me that all my demands will not be met later in life. Although he would eventually relent to my unending pleading, I did learn that ‘Vitamin N’ was given to me for a reason-it made me resilient in the face of adversity.

Another very important lesson dad taught me was to take responsibility for my actions. He showed me that it was important to be prepared for the repercussions of my actions. I knew that if I ever got in a fight in school, dad would take the side of the person who was in the right, even if it meant going against his own daughter. Though I resented it at that time, I am grateful to him for it now. It made me ethical and showed me how to take decisions in life.

These are only some of the lessons that dad has taught me over the years. I can never list out all the things my dad has, and continues to, teach me.  But I am grateful to him for having taken a tough stan

Jeremy Lin Documentary

Jeremy Lin One Color

Why do Americans come in different flavors? Why is it necessary to point out that Americans come in different flavors?

Chocolate, lemon, vanilla,strawberry …

I don’t understand this. Maybe I am too little.

One of my favorite songs at church is Jesus Loves the Little Children.

“Red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in his sight.”

I am sure that Jesus does not see us in different colors. Or does he? No, he doesn’t.

Why do Americans and people outside of us have to see us as coming in different colors and flavors.

Maybe Jeremy Lin can be an example of being just an American.

Click to read => more about Jeremy Lin

Do you think it is important or even relevant to point out a person’s blood lines or heritage when talking about them?

Is it possible to be just an American?

I wonder if other countries have to deal with this sort of issue?

Are they black and white or pink and purple Europeans?

Are there different kinds of Koreans and Chinese?

This reminds me of a funny but not really funny story.

A bus driver was taking some black and white kids to school. The kids started fighting about their differences.

The driver made everyone get off the bus.

“You guys are not black or white. You are all green.”

When the kids finally got the point he said, “Now, everyone back on the bus. Light green in the front and dark green in the back.”

Can’t we all be the same color?

Tricky Questions for Daddy – Why do people smoke?

Posted March 29th, 2015 by Mia Mei

My daddy and I take a play every morning during the week. He used to take a walk but I convinced him to take a play instead.

We go to the park and swing and pretend and slide and pretend and across the bridge and pretend and …

We like pretending.

And we get to talk. And I get to ask questions. Simple questions. Hard questions. Tricky questions.

“You can ask me anything in the world, sweetheart.”

And I am pretty sure my daddy means it. So I ask him things. And he gives me his best answers.

No Smoking

No Smoking

The other day I asked him,”Why do people smoke?” He doesn’t smoke, but I still wanted to know. I don’t know why I wanted to know. Sometimes I want to know things in case I want to know them. I don’t know.

In fact you can read when my daddy taught me to smoke a long time ago, when I was four years old.

“People like the feeling even it’s bad for them.”

“Why do people do things they know are bad for them.”

“That’s the tricky part. Sometimes people will do things now even they know it will hurt them later because it doesn’t hurt them right away. Or they can’t feel it hurts them right away.”

“Oh.”

“It’s kind of like eating too much. People do that, too even they know it will make them fat and that’s a problem later.”

“Oh…”

Then daddy looked down at his waist line and seemed to be thinking too hard.

“Maybe I eat too much, too. I might not be too different from people who smoke. I’d better be smarter.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy. I love you.”

And then we went off to pretend.

Please read - My Daddy Taught me to Smoke When I Was 4-Years Old.