Thoughts of our children: 1/3/10

20100109

Proud to be Me

Allison Mae Zeager, Age 10
Livermore
Jefferson Elementary School

20100108

Remembering Ma-Ma

Jessica Oliver, Age 11
San Francisco
Francisco Middle School

Ahhh... The sweet aroma of incense....

It beckons my memory to when I was little, watching my Great-Grandmother burning incense and praying to Quan Yin (the Chinese Goddess of Mercy), Sahm Bo Fut (the Three Gods), and for the loss of her husband, Chung. She would put a little tiny spoon of cooked rice in three tiny bowls, and she would put tea in three other tiny cups. Also, she would put fruits and steamed chicken on the altar to pay her respects to the gods and goddesses of the kitchen. Gracefully, she would lean down and chant these words over and over again, holding her prayer beads: "Na Mo Au Lae Tau Fut." These words tingled in my ears so peacefully, and they sounded like a soothing lullaby.

I was determined to understand what she was doing. So I asked her what those peaceful words meant: the enlightenment and energy within. Also, she said that she was praying for me to have health, happiness, and a good education.

What I love about Ma-Má (the Chinese name for Great-Grandmother in a respectful way) was that not only was she my Great-Grandmother, but she had a good sense of humor. Sometimes Ma-Má would make funny faces that would just make me hysterical. Whenever Ma-Má was mad at someone, she would make a face at them when they weren't looking. She would scrunch her nose closer to her eyes like a wrinkled raisin and tighten her mouth like she just ate a super lemon (sour candy). Then she would stick out her two fingers and point at him/her. When the person turned to look at Ma-Má, she would smile like an innocent angel.

What makes Ma-Má so special to me is that she would always explain about how she came from China, about my ancestors, and my Chinese heritage. Ma-Má told me lots of stories. She also told me about her life in China. This is what she told me:

Ma-Má was born in 1907 in Canton. She had 9 brothers and sisters. Her family was very poor and always had to share whatever they had with each other. When Ma-Má was 21, her father arranged a marriage, and she was very mad. She wanted to stay and help her mother to work and support her family, but she couldn't disobey her father, so she married Yéa-Yéa (Great-Grandfather), and they fell deeply in love. After that, she had three sons, but two died from lack of food.

Shortly after, Yéa-Yéa had to go to San Francisco for a business trip because he was an opera star. But they never realized that they would be separated for 32 years! Every day Ma-Má grieved. They couldn't contact each other. Also, it was during war time, so there was hardly any food for Ma-Má and her son. She was always really thoughtful about her son (my grandfather, Gong-Gong). Sometimes she wouldn't eat anything and give it all to Gong-Gong and to her nieces.

One of Ma-Má's brothers died, and he had a little girl whom nobody wanted because they thought she was too much trouble. Ma-Má didn't want to see her little niece, Sau Ying, die so she adopted her. Ma-Má had to knit sweaters and make match boxes to buy food. Her neighbors were eating dead human babies and rats to survive. But Ma-Má didn't have the heart to eat babies and rats, so she cut down trees and boiled the insides of tree trunks for food.

After 22 years, Ma-Má, Gong-Gong, and Sau Ying finally found a way of escaping from China to go to Hong Kong. Yéa-Yéa would always send money to Ma-Má, but her brothers would always steal her money. She would never know because she didn't know how to read or write.

Many years passed. One day, Yéa-Yéa finally contacted Ma-Má's brother (in Hong Kong) and he found out that Ma-Má, Gong-Gong, and Sau Ying-were staying there. Yéa-Yéa tried for 10 years to bring her to the United States. Finally, in the summer of 1966 they were once again reunited!

Without her great love and encouragement, many lives, such as those of my aunts and uncles would have been lost. She kept on telling them to stay strong through the War and Communism. I remember she would encourage me to bear through my problems, especially when my parents were divorced and my dad wouldn't come to see me. When my cousins made fun of me because I wasn't full-blooded Chinese, and I didn't look Chinese, Ma-Má would sing to me and tell me that it was okay to be a multi-cultural person. She would cry with me and tell me to keep my head high and be proud of who I am. She also told me not to follow her and be an illiterate. An education could take me anywhere I wanted, and that I couldn't be cheated by others with my money.

Ma-Má's dream was to be reunited with her husband, Yéa-Yéa. Their love stayed alive even though they were separated from each other for 32 years. Yéa-Yéa could have easily forgotten about Ma-Má and married someone else in America, but their love kept them strong. They never forgot the hope of one day seeing each other again. She also dreamed of living in a place with no war, Communism, or starvation. She hoped to one day to see her son married, and she wanted to live long enough to see her grandchildren born. I will fulfill the rest of Ma-Má's dreams as much as I possibly can. She dreamed for me to be the best person I could be and to respect my mother with dignity.

My dream is to become a singing star and follow in Yéa-Yéa's footsteps. I also hope I can become as patient as Ma-Má and never give up on my dreams, exactly the way she never gave up for 32 years!

People in China expected Ma-Má to marry a rich person who had a good education and was a doctor, instead of an opera singer. They doubted that she would survive the war. They expected she would remarry.

People expect me to be an All-American person, to know nothing about the Chinese culture, and speak only English. I'll never be just an All-American. I want to learn all there is to know about Chinese culture.

It is beneficial for me to be an Asian American growing up in America. Not only do I know the American culture, but I know my Chinese cultural background, and I know how to speak fluent Chinese. I'm proud to learn how to chant these soothing lullabies like Ma-Má did. She really reminds me of Quan Yin; she knew the meaning of mercy, too. Another benefit to being Asian in America is that I can read and write, get a good education, and I have a lot more opportunities than Ma-Má had.

...Now the sweet aroma of incense is fading away, and Ma-Má has gone with it. But I'll always remember her and treasure her in my heart... Quan Yin smiles on me with Ma-Má's face.

20100107

A Mother's Loss

Hanh Nguyen, Age 17
Albany
Albany High School

How do I show my daughter the castle that I have built?

How will she know of the dreams

that I have meticulously stored for her,

it she does not remember who she is?

I see it in her eyes-, her forgotten Asian heritage

She looks through me.

but years ago, her gaze,

was one of adoration.

When I spoke, she listened intently. Interested in what I had to say.

Now, she cuts me off with a roll of her eyes

and a terse, "Oh, mother."

She does not realize that the words slice my heart,

and leave my two halves

crying a river of scarlet tears.

I know that my daughter has forgotten.

She has fused with her American friends

she has become a clone of them.

Chinese New Year,

has been replaced by Christmas.

She has neglected our native language altogether,

substituting it with English, which I can only grasp certain words of.

Even looking at her hair, I no longer see

black, silky, tresses.

Instead, my eyes see wisps of red and white,

stripes of the American Flag.

She no longer considers Vietnamese customs and Vietnamese ways

She is too absorbed with American lifestyles.

Today, she takes the car keys and walks out the door

She does not tell me where she is going.

My castle begins to crack, like an antique vase.

I watch, as she pulls out of the garage,

her car filled with her white, and black companions.

No Asians.

The pieces of the building crumble before my eyes.

Without looking back, she speeds away into the blackness.

And I know,

There will be a day,

When I will lose my daughter completely to

America.

20100106

A Proud Asian American

Kevin Lo, Age 8
San Francisco
St. Mary's Day School

Growing up as an Asian in America has allowed me to be an Asian American. As and Asian American, I am able to combine both Chinese and American cultures. As a person of Chinese background, I can speak and write Chinese. I think that it is important to be able to understand Chinese because it allows me to learn about the Chinese culture.

I have a friend named Raymond that helps me learn about my Asian heritage. I like him because he is a friendly person and is always helpful. My friend helps me by encouraging me and competing with me. He gives me a friendly competition to bring out the best in me. He attends the same school as I do. We also attend the same extracurricular activities on the weekends. We always compete for the best grades, however, we always help each other when we need help too. He encourages me by setting goals for me to reach. For example, we would see who would play the piano better during the piano recital.

During the Chinese New Year Festival in Chinatown, Raymond and I decided to learn about Chinese art. We met an old man that was painting pictures with his fingers. We were amazed at his skills. Our ability to speak Chinese aided us when we communicated with the artist. Through our conversation we learned about his background and some Chinese history. It was because Raymond was there with me that I had enough courage to talk to this artist and learn so much from him.

Most of my friends are Asian. This is the fact because I live and go to school in the Chinatown district. However, as I am growing older I am starting to meet some non-Asian Friends. Recently, I met a girl named Juliana. Juliana has blonde hair. She is very nice. She always likes to help people. Since meeting Juliana, I realize that I don't relate differently to my Asian and non-Asian friends. I play with her as I would play with my other friends.

I feel proud to be an Asian growing up in America. I believe that because I am Chinese and being raised in America has allowed me to explore two different cultures at the same time. I feel that I am very lucky to be able to have a Chinese background that has so much culture and history. Thanks to my best friend Raymond, I am able to be the best person that I can be. By writing this essay I hope to share my knowledge and experience as an Asian American to other people.