Câu chuyện về một cô gái Việt lấy chồng Đài Loan. Cô bị chồng bỏ rơi, bị chủ hãm hiếp, bị người yêu đánh đập, bị lợi dụng, vì bị đi bán dâm. Không chỉ mình Ngọc mà hầu hết những cô dâu Việt Nam đều rơi vào những hoàn cảnh như thế. Thật tội nghiệp cho thân phận của những phụ nữ nước tôi như lời tác giả viết:

Gần lắm với bỏ trốn là chạy trốn, gần lắm với bỏ chồng là li thân tự lo, gần lắm với làm thuê lấy tiền là ngủ thuê lấy tiền, gần lắm với bị hiếp là để cho hiếp, gần với khoe thân thể bán trầu cau là khoe thân thể bán thân thể, cũng gần lắm với mát xa là vuốt ve làm tình.

Thằng Đài Loan nào sao cũng khốn nạn thế. Đọc để thấy được cái tệ nạn của chuyện lấy chồng xứ lạ. Vì đồng tiền mà phải hy sinh như thế. Có lẽ tôi không ở trong tình trạng đó nên không thể nào hiểu được. Thà làm nô lệ hoặc làm đĩ cho một đất nước không tôn trọng phụ nữ còn hơn sống ở quê nhà.

We took a two-day vacation to the Massanutten resort to sort things out. We had a nice and somewhat peaceful time together. I took Đạo and Đán to snow tubing since all the ski classes were booked. The weather was almost 60 degrees. There was just thin ice. We slid three times in two hours. We had to wait in line to slide and we didn’t have to walk up to the stop. We just stood on the moving walkway to get us to the top. It required no exercise at all. We had a blast at the indoor waterpark though. Even Xuân loved it. We just rode on the double swim ring.

My wife and I continued to debate and argued over what we should do with the kids’ conflict. I felt strongly that the kids needed time apart to work things out. While on the trip, I reminded Đạo and Đán why his cousin could not join us for the fun. It will be like that for a while until they could make the cousin feel comfortable to be around them. My wife didn’t think we should separate them. We did come to an agreement and I was willing to give the kids a chance to work things out.

Nevertheless, the boys had a great time at the resort. I can’t complain since I had the best raw oyster yet.

MsNguyễn:

I must have been a teenager then, still in high school and telling mom that I will stay up and accompany her late into the night while she was wrapping more bánh tét while I finishing my homework then later helping her with the rest of her work. We were watching one of those Paris By Night cassettes with blurry streaks due to multiple duplications of copying and talking through the night until both were tired and calling it a night.

Sometimes, it is nice to return and visit some of those wonderful memories, and they did come back in vivid details and colors to remind me how blessed I am to have a large family with whom I shared my childhood.

I love these kind of wonderful memories and I miss reading personal blog like these. In fact, MsNguyễn’s is the only personal blog that I still read these days. She still writes all these years when most bloggers had given up or moved to Facebook. I deactivated Facebook for almost a month. I have not missed it except for using Messenger to video chat with my family in Việt Nam. I will reactivate it around Lunar New Year to connect with family and friends in Việt Nam. Other than that I will focus only on this blog. I hope to see the return of the personal blog this year.

Adam Popescu writes:

“We think somehow that this antisocial behavior is not going to affect me,” said Niobe Way, professor of applied psychology at New York University.

Ms. Way studies technology’s role in shaping adolescent development. These head-down interactions take us away from the present, no matter what group we’re in, she said. And it’s not just a youth problem. It’s ingrained, learned, copied and repeated, much of it from mimicking adults. When kids see their parents head down, they emulate that action. The result is a loss of nonverbal cues, which can stunt development.

“What’s happening more and more is we’re not talking to our children,” Ms. Way said. “We put them in front of the tech when they’re young, and when we’re older, we’re absorbed in our own tech.”

You’ve seen it: Think of how some parents deal with screaming toddlers. “Here kid, take this iPhone and go to town,” according to Ms. Way — not, “Let’s talk this out, what seems to be the problem, son?’”

It’s nice to get an email from a reader every now and then:

Hello Donny,

Thank You so much for Professional Web Typography. I’m refreshing my knowledge by reading it these days. I also very much like all your projects. Jay Z really impressed me.

But all this is not what triggered me to write to you: It was your blog, where I chose the filter “parenthood”. I am a mother of two boys (5 and 3 years) and know the helpless feeling that you described on you blog. What’s helped me a lot was a book. It was “The Challenge of Parenthood” by Rudolf Dreikurs. It is already about 50 years old and the many examples are totally outdated, but the advice I have found there had enormous impact on the way how I see parenting. It was like magic. Try it.

I appreciate the recommendation. I also am glad that she reads my blog on parenthood. Truth be told, I has written down all of these posts to sort out my emotions. The emotion of flaw, failure, selfishness, and helplessness. I am far from being a good parent and I am quite embarrassed when people say that I am a great dad. I am just a human being. I go through my ups and downs. I don’t know what is the right way to raise my kids. I am still learning and adapting as they get older.

What I have written down isn’t always positive. They are just what I was feeling at the time. I am at the point that I should not have to regret how I feel. This is the only place where I could speak out my mind. There are things that I can’t say in my real life I can say it here. On here, I am not afraid being judged. On here, no one could tell me what I can and cannot say.

At times, I admire my sons for saying things on their mind that I can only think but cannot say. What they said not always comfortable, but they didn’t hold back. In a way, this blog allows me to be a kid again. Being vulnerable and being free. Just let the mind go.

As parents, you have the responsibility to control your own emotion. You are entitled to your emotion. You can be upset at other people’s kids, but you cannot channel your anger on them.

One time, I took the kids to the playground near our house. I pushed Xuân on the stroller. As we walked, Đán picked up a few beautiful autumn leaves. He placed them in the basket underneath the stroller’s seat and told me, “Daddy, don’t lose these leaves OK. I am going to give them to mommy.” I replied, “I promise. You’re such a sweet boy.”

We went to the playground for about an hour. On the way back home, the boy came up to the stroller and took the leaves. Đán told the boy those are his present for his mom. The boy refused to return and took off. Đán chased after him. With the stroller, I could not run. Đán caught up with him and grabbed the leaves. As they pulled, the leaves shattered into pieces. I could see on Đán’s face that those were not just any ordinary leaves. They meant a lot to him. They were for his mom, but they were ruined.

He pushed the boy away. The boy went nuts. He ran right into Đán and punched Đán right on his nose. The anger on the boy’s face I have never seen before. I freaked out. I put the brake on the stroller, ran toward them, and pulled them apart. Blood was gushing down Đán’s nose. I was horrified and I could have slapped the taste out of the boy’s mouth, but I controlled myself. I said to him, “What you just did was really bad.” He cried the whole way home as I pushed the stroller with one hand and tried to stop the bleeding on Đán’s nose with the other.

As soon as we got home, the boy cried louder and told his mom that I said he was a bad boy. His mom hugged him and calmed him down. She didn’t say a word to Đán and didn’t even bother to see if he was OK.

I am not sure why I didn’t write down this incident at the time. The details are still clear in my head. Not his bloody nose, but the devastated look on Đán’s face when the leaves were ripped apart has never escaped my mind. I understood the feeling of something you treasured shattered in front of your eyes. I could never forgive myself for my inability to keep the leaves safe like I had promised my son.

Instead of going to church, artist Byron Kim paints the sky almost every Sunday for the past seventeen years. He also writes a short comment on his work. Vinson Cunningham has written a nice piece about it.

Check out eight totally hilarious reasons from Chase Olivarius-McAllister.

With Xuân being too young, I hardly get to interact with Đạo and Đán when we go out together. As a result, I wanted to spend one-on-one time with each of the boy. On Tuesday night, I asked them who wanted to go out with me tomorrow and they both raised their hand. I explained to them that one can go this week and the other one can go next week. Đán said, “OK, Đạo can go first.” Then Đạo said, “But it wouldn’t be as fun without Đán.” I suggested that all three of us go and they both agreed.

My one-on-one plan failed, but we had fun. I took them to their favorite spot, Bon Chon Chicken, for dinner. Then we headed to Chuck E. Cheese’s for some gaming. After that, We hit the library to check out some books. Đạo asked me to help him find books on the Titanic. I pointed him to the information desk and asked for help. He told me to come alone and I told him to go by himself. He took Đán with him. They had a bunch of books. I think Đán took them out just so he could use the self-checkout machine.

They behaved rather well the entire time. I asked them if they would like to do this again. Đạo said yes but “poor mommy had to stay home. Maybe we can stay home and take care of Xuân so she could have some time alone.” What a lovely thought.

At this point we all need some time out to calm our mind. Except for last night, I have not slept much since Sunday. I need time to figure out the way forward. Spending the next four days and nights together is not going to resolve the situation. Since the kid is already feeling uncomfortable around our kids, why do we want to put him through it?

All I am suggesting is that we need some time off. Give the kid a chance to build his confident and feel comfortable. At the same time, we need the time to talk to our kids about bullying. I was bullied from fifth grade and throughout middle school. I was called “Ching chong” and all the racist Asian terms out there. I was pushed and shoved for standing up for myself. I never brought it up to my mom because I afraid it would hurt her. One time I got punched, fought back, and got suspended; therefore, I could not hide it from her. I did not know that fighting back could also cause me a three-day suspension. I cried during the three days and my grades dropped drastically at the end of that quarter. After that incident, I made a promised to myself that I will not let them beat me academically even if they could beat me physically.

From my own first-hand experience of being bullied, I thought I understood bullying. I would hate to see my kids turning into bullies; therefore, I still need to find the line for bullying. Is saying “If you don’t say ‘wow’ to our baby then we won’t say ‘wow’ to your baby” considered bullying? Is that statement worth crying out loud? Do the parents need to step in to defend that? All these issues needed to be worked out.

I am not trying to avoid the situation. They are cousins and I can’t separate them forever. From summer vacation to family reunion, there will be plenty of time for them to be together. Now is not the time. Everyone is too emotional. I am writing this blog post means that I am too. I don’t want to spend four days and nights watching the kids’ every move to make sure that our kids won’t make the other kid upset and to make sure that the parents aren’t jumping at the kids’ throat. Why putting everyone through misery?

I proposed that we treat it like playdates. One or two hours a week until the kid feel comfortable again. I don’t see that as avoiding the problem.