The Greatest Mom in the World

When my dad married my mom, he was 39 and she was 21.   When they were young, my mom’s granddad loved my dad like a son.  One day, he asked my dad to pick one of his oldest three granddaughters to be his wife.  My mom was granddaughter number 3, and he picked her.  She said that when she found out about the arranged marriage, she ran away into the woods nearby and spent the night there crying her heart out.  But in the middle of the night the Buddhist goddess Tara came to her and told her she need to be an obedient child, and for her to return home to fulfill her duty as a granddaughter.  And that is what she did.

My dad is a great friend to his pals, and strives to be a respectable and good man.  But he was not a good husband.  He was an alcoholic, and on nights when his temper flared he would become abusive for something trivial.  I wouldn’t say he was an evil man, this was accepted practice in the backward culture that was Vietnam.  A man is allowed to hit his wife and kids with very little social stigma or consequences.  But those nights make me wonder how she could’ve stayed with him for so long.

One particular occassion, I was playing with my brother when our neighbors came running to tell us, “Your dad is coming home!  And he is drunk!”  This gives you a sense of how bad things were, when even our neighbors knew to warn us when our alcoholic dad was coming home drunk.  I remember the three of us, my twin brother and younger sister, ran into the house and hid all things that were breakable.  Ceramic bowls, drinking glasses, mirrors and such.  We only kept the plastic cups out.  And we did good, because not long after he was throwing things against the walls and cursing at everything in sight.

So my mom dealt with the temper, the alcohol, and raised three kids despite all that.  They owned a business selling irons at a market nearby and life was good for what it was.  The thing is, my mom is the most forgiving person I know.  She cares a lot about everyone, accepted their flaws and misgivings.  With an attitude like that you can overcome anything.  The good news was, when we moved to the States my dad did change.   But occassionally he still came home drunk and let loose a punch here and there.  My mom would stop talking to him for the next week or so but eventually things would return to normal.  The important thing was, he did strive to change.  He knew the errors of his ways, but the culture was so ingrained in him and the alcohol didn’t help.

My mom was borned in 1956, that makes her 54 years old.  She was married to my dad when she was 21 so they’ve been married 33 years.  I believe she came to love him after all these years, as much as anyone can love another person she’s stuck with.  Did she ever considered getting a divorce?  Maybe she did at times, but she never did.  And despite everything I’ve told you, I know my dad loves her very much.  He just wasn’t capable of being a good husband.

My dad had a major stroke about a year ago.  Half of his brain is now gone.  He can’t speak but a few phrases and half of his body is paralyzed.  He is in a wheel chair and has to wear diapers and be fed his food.  Right before the stroke, my mom actually did want to leave him, I’m not sure if it was temporary or if she even had it planned out.  But she bought a one-way ticket, told my sister to take care of the younger sis, and flew to California to take care of my granddad.  She had been away for a month before she got a call that her husband had suffered a massive stroke.  Of course, she flew back to Virginia right away when she heard the news.

Secretly, I suspect the stroke was caused by my mom leaving.  My dad wasn’t in the best of shape, and perhaps the thought of losing her ripped out a vein in his brain.  Nevertheless, she is now with him again.  He is in a child like state, behaving like a little kid. But she puts up with it.  No nursing home she said.  It is her duty as a wife to take care of him.  So she’s now his caretaker, him in his wheelchair and she pushing him around and together they go about their daily lives.  We let her drive his car for a brief period of time, but she isn’t a good driver at all, and after a few months of driving she crashed it into her house and totaled it.  After that we decided that dad was right and we shouldn’t let her drive.  So we help out when we can, driving her and dad around to where they need to go.  On occassions when we can’t drive her, she still pushes him in his wheel chair to the bus station and subway and does what she need to do.  It’s so crazy, but that’s my mom.

After what I’ve told you, wouldn’t you agree my mom is one of the greatest woman in the world?  I do, and love her very much for who she is.  If I were to list all the people that affected my life, she would be at the top of the list.






9 responses to “The Greatest Mom in the World”

  1. Vinny Ly Avatar
    Vinny Ly

    Mommy said that’s nice. Majority of it is accurate but a slight correction in the part where she flew to California before dad’s stroke. She said that at the time she was trying to get him to quit smoking/drinking and he got very angry and almost broke down the door and a lot of stuff, and she got scared so she decided to just fly away for a while, to be with her dad in San Jose b/c she wanted to be with him for a while too.

    Anyways. This was a little too much and too personal to be posted like this. I am a little irked about you putting this up, but mom is totally fine with it. She said you’re a good writer. Keep it up.

    – Vinny

    p.s. Do you know how hard it is to read this aloud to her? I almost broke down while reading. NOT COOL.

  2. Huey Avatar

    Don’t be irk at me. ๐Ÿ™ I think it’s a good story to tell. I’ve always wanted to tell stories about Mom and felt today being mother’s day and all it was as good a time as any.

  3. Huey Avatar

    Oh, and the other minor correction is this. When I say “we help out when we can,” I really mean you and Thuy. I of course am way over here in Austin living the good life ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Velvet Avatar

    Great post Huey! I loved reading about this and your family. I think it’s really important for you to write these things down so that you can remember them (even with the minor corrections!) and carry on the information to your children. Make sure you save a copy somewhere like Jungle Disk or Cloud Files. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  5. Vinny Avatar

    Hmm that correction read a little wrong. I didn’t mean correction, I meant addendum. Basically mom was saying she had no plan to actually leave permanently, just that she wanted to get away for a while and be with her dad.

  6. cc Avatar

    wheres me?* Just kidding! Good essay-storyish thingy!


    *Really, where is me!!!

  7. Huey Avatar

    Thanks Cece. I was telling the stories about Vietnam, and you weren’t borned yet. You are the “little sis” near the end ๐Ÿ™‚

    This story was about mom. Maybe someday I’ll write one about you ๐Ÿ™‚

  8. Toni B. Avatar
    Toni B.

    Huey, Great story, although we have known your mom for 20 years, it is interesting to hear about her life from a different perspective. I also appreciate the fact that you can tell about your dad with sympathy and understanding.
    I hope you will keep up the good work of writing; very wise of you to write what you know most about – your family. I think there are many other stories you could share about your mom. As you know, we love her and are ever grateful for her kindness and care of our family!

  9. Huey Avatar

    Thank you reading Toni, your comments mean a lot to me.

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