Today I share with you a post on recent trip back home to visit my parents. My parents both in their 70s stays with my youngest brother Paul. Every trip home is humbling for me, for I have become accustomed to city life of comfort and luxury that my parents of their generations find hard to understand.. a little spendrift I may add. To be able to craft like I do here, is luxury!
My mum, who has been a farmer all her life, toiled 20 hours daily when we were growing up, tapping rubber, growing melons and chillies to put food on the table. My dad was then working as a labourer with meager income. Growing up was tough but still as children we would find little nooks and corners, where we become alive and have so much fun, moments where no money can ever buy…. We never really knew what hardship is really all about at that time, coz we always find moments to amuse ourselves and have fun.
My mum, after she could no longer tap rubber due to her age, and its a hard job, she started selling local homegrown herbs in the market… From there, her friends who have orchard and land, started to ask her to help sell their farm produce, hence she started her business of selling veggies, fruits and flowers in the market at the ripe age of late 60s. Today her little veggie stall thrive with regular customers who are so faithful to her, that when she took a break due back problem recently, they continue to support her and encourage her. They missed her stall :).
My dad who has over the years, have difficulty in walking, now wheelchair bound, helps her in the market. This business have given them so much vigour, hope and social networking in the marketplace at this point of their life. I marvel at their tenacity for life, financial independence and their sense of worth of being alive and being capable.
I was at home, and helped them for a few days. Enjoying their company in selling, as a family, I must say it has been humbling, and wonderful to have spent that time with them in the market. My only prayer for them is continued good health and may they always have abundance and happiness in life. :). Its not in the chinese culture to show affection, hug, kiss, or say I love you… its rather an awkward moment to do that :p. I remembered the first time I say “I love you” to my mum, I cried a bucket.. lol.
I know, this post is really dedicated to them esp my mum, a belated Mother’s Day tribute :), I share some simple photos ( I almost dropped my camera.. but found it later amongst other things :P, so glad I didnt lose, or else I might not be able to share these today…my parents in the market and they are very camera shy… 🙂 and they call me silly for taking these photos :p
About the card…..
Just a simple card I made with limited supplies that I had brought home… Using kraft base, doily, punched pp, and adhering pieced cupcake. I had lined different colours of twine on the base to add a bit character. and end it with a button tie. A really simple one.
Hope you enjoyed this little sharing and insight into my life and family back home… Thanks for your love and dropping by!