It's almost 1a.m. on a Friday night. My entire household is fast asleep.
And then there's me.
My mind is racing 100mph. My heart is pounding.
I can't sleep.
So I do what I know, to help ease my mind.
I write.
Please calm down. Take a deep breath and relax.
I can't.
The weight is too much. The pressure too great.
I'm done.
Stand next to me, no matter what. Tell me it'll be ok, even if it won't.
I need you.
My rock. My support. My greatest motivation.
I'm sorry.
I'm a man of my word. I won't let you down. I'll never I give up.
I promise!
Kime's Blog
Random thoughts from a random mind
Friday, December 5, 2014
Friday, August 8, 2014
Pressure
The pain in my chest woke me up at 4:30am this morning. The
pressure and stress of it all is too much. I can’t remember a time in my life
when I could feel emotional or mental stress, manifest itself physically. My
mind is racing when my body just wants to rest.
All of the little things that we’ve complained about in the past, don’t seem so bad when you’re at risk of losing it all. Our once, tiny apartment with not enough storage or counter space; no closet or pantry, tiny refrigerator and nowhere to put a microwave; all of these things and more, I would give anything to guarantee they would still be ours!
My inability to perform, and be a good student has put us in this predicament. Again.
I knew it would be difficult trying to juggle family life, school life, work, bills, and all the responsibilities that come with student family life, but I had absolutely no idea that it would be this difficult.
All of the little things that we’ve complained about in the past, don’t seem so bad when you’re at risk of losing it all. Our once, tiny apartment with not enough storage or counter space; no closet or pantry, tiny refrigerator and nowhere to put a microwave; all of these things and more, I would give anything to guarantee they would still be ours!
My inability to perform, and be a good student has put us in this predicament. Again.
I knew it would be difficult trying to juggle family life, school life, work, bills, and all the responsibilities that come with student family life, but I had absolutely no idea that it would be this difficult.
The hardest part is the uncertainty.
Should we keep trying? Is this even what I should be doing?
Is it too late to do anything else? If things don’t work out, where will we
live? Where will we go? How will I provide for my family? Our kids love it
here, and we just registered them for school. Kime is so excited to finally go
to school with his older siblings at the ‘big kid’ school. For the first time
we will only have one kid at home in the mornings.
Our tiny apartment is finally coming together. It has never
felt so much like home, and it all could change within the next week.
It’s terrifying.
The worst part? I’ve let everyone down. My family, my
friends, my kids. My wife.
I hope things workout, and I get another chance. I’ve done
well these last few semesters and finally got a system going that works. But
this class that I took last year, like an old festering wound, continues to
haunt me.
At least we can say we tried. If that even means anything.
I’m so sorry to everyone that I may have let down.
Especially my sweet wife, who was stood by me throughout these struggles, from
day one. Sorry Love.
I tried.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Everyone Needs A Daughter
I had surgery less
than a week ago that left a 7-inch incision on my abdomen, just at the belt
line. Because the abdomen muscles were cut, it makes many simple motions, like
standing up straight, coughing, sneezing, and laughing, a lot more difficult
and painful. Today is Fast Sunday and I had a difficult time waking up on time
as I didn’t finally get to sleep until 6am. I don’t move very fast, and still
get a little light headed every now again for no reason. I know. Weak-sauce. Lol.
My wife decided to
go to church without me and just take three of our four kids. I would’ve left
my youngest son, Heikoti aka Koko-bear, because he’s the hardest to deal with
in church. He hates sacrament meeting, hates nursery, and especially hates it
when you’re sitting quietly in class, actively engaging in the lesson.
This is the
precise moment that you hear a three-year child screaming at the top of his
lungs, being escorted down the hallway towards the Sunday school class to be
comforted by his parents. You recognize the cry as your own child, but sit
quietly and wait for the teacher to come to the door and whisper your name and
hand him over to you. Once in your hands, he smiles with victory as if his plan
worked. We need another baby, so this one can be dethroned, but that’s another
blog lol.
Instead of leaving
my youngest, to make it easier for her, my wife left my 2nd oldest
child, and only daughter, the ever-so sweet Salote. Leaving my daughter to care
for me shows the type of person my wife is; selfless, nurturing, always
thoughtful, always considerate. Her daughter is exactly like her.
While still in
bed, I gently call her name “Salote-hunny” (my nickname for her) “Yes Dad?” she
lovingly replies and rushes into my room and stands at my bedside ready to
assist. “Can you please get my medicine?” I ask in a raspy morning voice. She
rushes to the kitchen, brings my medicine and tall glass of water. “I’m staying
home from church today to take care of you. Do you need anything else?” she
very politely asks.
She is just like
her mother. Many times, during the hectic semester schedule, I find myself so
exhausted after returning home from school, that I can’t seem to stay awake
long enough to make my way to my bedroom. I walk into my home, greeted by my
adoring children with hugs and kisses, and then plop! Right on the couch in the
living room. I wake up, sometime later, laying down on a pillow with a thin,
cool blanket over me. I apologize to my wife for knocking out, and thank her
for the blanket and pillow; she tells me it wasn’t her that covered me with the
blanket, it was my daughter Salote.
Not that sons
aren’t capable of this, they most definitely are! This maternal instinct, to
care for, to love and nurture, is just much more prevalent in my daughter. I’m
grateful for this.
While sitting here
watching tv (I know, it’s Sunday, I shouldn’t be watching tv, but it was the
awesome ‘80’s and it was fascinating) my Salote-hunny, snuggles up next to me,
kisses my nose and tells me she loves me. I hope she always feels this way. I
hope she takes cares of my wife and I when we’re old. I hope she knows this,
because I don’t want my sons to lol. They’d see me in my old age, sitting on
the couch, throw me the remote and ask “You good Dad?”
I hope that we’re
blessed with more daughters to come, but if we’re not and my Salote-hunny is my
only earthly daughter(refer to my first post, you’ll know what I’m talking
about lol) then I’m glad that I have an amazing daughter like her, that is just
like her amazing mother.
Everyone, needs a
daughter.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Path of enlightenment
Homosexuality.
This post isn't about Church doctrine. It isn't about LGBT rights. It
isn't even about changing your views or beliefs. Rather it's a post of
my journey towards personal enlightenment and this never ending path of
bettering my self. I wanted to post my comments as it's own post, be
realize this topic isn't for everyone, and those interested, have
already posted on this thread. Discussion is welcomed:
We had Dr. Bill Bradshaw, a retired Microbiology professor speak to us earlier this week. He is a former Mission President of the Hong Kong mission, served in the Stake Presidency and various other church positions as well. He presented to us studies, tests and real life evidence of how early embryonic development can drastically change the outcome of a child. How various testosterone's introduced during specific stages of development cue the body to begin developing cells that are exactly the same after fertilization, to begin specializing into various organs like a liver, stomach or heart. The absence of these testosterone's can have a huge a effect and the cause as wide spread as a cell not receiving the signals, or perhaps the testosterone's are unable to enter the cells during this stage. He presented tests that heterosexual men and women generally did better at, and how homosexual men and women seemed to follow the exact patterns of their heterosexual opposite. If you're gay or know someone who is, you can relate to these findings, and know exactly what Dr. Bradshaw is talking about. What he was trying to prove, was homosexuality is not a choice. People are born gay. To say that people are "not born gay because that means God made a mistake, and God doesn't make mistakes" is an outdated fallacy, and one that can be extremely hurtful. What I took from his presentation is, life is far too complicated for our feeble mortal minds to comprehend. There is no one answer. He presented a case of an individual that looked (physically) like a women yet she suffered from a disease called AIS (androgen insensitivity syndrome) which prevents an embryo to develop the male organs, even though the baby has XY chromosomes and should develop into a male, develops into the default sex of a female. Most people don't are unaware of this until they hit their teens and their parents take their daughter in to the doctors as to why she hasn't began the female processes that come with adolescents and tests will show that genetically she is a male. Again, the complexity is beyond our comprehension.
Later in the week we had a panel of 3 gay students here at BYU who are also LDS. "Jeff" who is gay, "Mike" who is bisexual and "Jenny" who is lesbian. Both men were converts to the church at ages 15 & 16. Both knew they were gay, and knew the church's stance, yet could not deny their testimonies and knew that they wanted to serve a mission someday to share the gospel message with others. One served in the Netherlands and the other in Ukraine. After their introductions I was the one who asked most of the questions. I asked questions like, Does it offend you when someone says 'that's gay'?, How did your homosexuality affect your mission and who on your mission knew? and the question that affected me and our panel the most that I asked was, How will the path of your sexuality and the path of this Gospel, cross and at which point will you decide, if you decide at all, that the paths must separate?
Jeff responded that he will put his future in God's hand. If there is a female that he is to be with, than he wants to know, a sign from God. If it doesn't work out that way, he'll deal with it at that point. Jenny said that she envisions a day when she and her wife, will be able to pick their kids up from primary, and sit together as a family in sacrament. To most of us these might seem a far way out or impossible at that. What got me was Mike's response. He said that he knew that he would eventually find a man that he loved and wanted to be with forever, and marry. He knew that by doing this, this path and the path with the church would end and he knew that he would be excommunicated. He knows without a doubt, that Joseph Smith was a true prophet and he did restore the gospel in these latter days. He also can't deny these feelings. If it is a "challenge" as some say, can you change your attraction towards the opposite sex? Because I was the only one in my class with children, Mike's answer affected me in a very different manner than it did the others.
I have children, that I love more than life itself! I would literally lay down my life for them, and promise to do everything in my power to help them live a long, healthy, happy life. I would have such a difficult time knowing that my child has a testimony of the church, yet knows that he will have to be excommunicated if he acts on these desires. The church's current stance for homosexuals is abstinence or celibacy. I just had a hard time putting myself in the shoes of the parents of these students. I love my wife and the relationship that we have. I couldn't imagine one of these students having to go through life, without a spouse or partner or at least not sharing the type of loving and nurturing relationship my spouse and I have, whether it's with the same sex or not. This is perhaps why Mike knew that he would eventually get married, even if it meant excommunication.
There is a woman in my class, who confided in me, that she was in fact gay. She is married to her husband in the temple, but loves him for the person that he is and the person he makes her by bringing out the best in her, yet she is attracted to females. I'm not sure how it all works, but for them it works, and I'm happy for her that she was able to find a person and a way that her path of same gender attraction and path of our church doctrine was able to co-exist. Many people are not able to find that compromise in this journey.
I grew up in a Tongan dominated, west side Salt Lake neighborhood of Glendale that was not very conducive to homosexuals, and the truth is we just didn't know much. Maybe it's not homophobic, but it sure isn't talked about. Not in our culture, neighborhood, or religion. The beginning of my enlightenment, surprisingly began with my military service which was a very homophobic (I hate that word by the way) yet I served along side many soldiers who essentially saved my life in certain situations in Iraq, and it wasn't until after our deployment that I learned they were gay. Had I known they were gay, maybe I wouldn't have gotten to know and appreciate them as a human being first, because I wouldn't have been able to get over that barrier, albeit was only a barrier for me, not them. Then I came home and married my wife, who was many cousins that are gay. Specifically when I met her first cousin Eldon Johnson, he absolutely changed my entire outlook, as I gained a love for him because I saw how much he loved everyone else around with, without judgement and very Christ-like even to those that judged him and even shouted vulgarities to him and his boyfriend, without even knowing what an amazing person he is. So, to Eldon, Thank you for helping me come this understanding, when I first joined the family over 10 years ago!
The most alarming part was the statistics of homeless young adults on the streets that come from LDS families, the statistics of young adults who contemplate or attempt suicide, who are members of our own families. I can't imagine what any of you had to go through when dealing with these questions. Noni, Kaho, my family who I love, I wonder about your stories as well and know that you are surrounded now by loved ones who matter. I admire your strength. This post was just about learning to love our family for who they are, family. Because some day, if your own flesh and blood, your own child, comes to you to tell you this, first I would be happy that we have a relationship where my child is comfortable enough to talk to me about this and secondly I would love them. Because we loved them before we knew this, why would it change? It shouldn't. To call yourself a follower of Christ, then turn away from a loved one, is incomprehensible. That's all folks. I hope I haven't offended anyone, again these are just my opinions, nothing more. Just love each other without placing judgement because many things are beyond our comprehension and understanding of our mortal minds. Our just, loving, Father in Heaven, knows all. This I do believe.
We had Dr. Bill Bradshaw, a retired Microbiology professor speak to us earlier this week. He is a former Mission President of the Hong Kong mission, served in the Stake Presidency and various other church positions as well. He presented to us studies, tests and real life evidence of how early embryonic development can drastically change the outcome of a child. How various testosterone's introduced during specific stages of development cue the body to begin developing cells that are exactly the same after fertilization, to begin specializing into various organs like a liver, stomach or heart. The absence of these testosterone's can have a huge a effect and the cause as wide spread as a cell not receiving the signals, or perhaps the testosterone's are unable to enter the cells during this stage. He presented tests that heterosexual men and women generally did better at, and how homosexual men and women seemed to follow the exact patterns of their heterosexual opposite. If you're gay or know someone who is, you can relate to these findings, and know exactly what Dr. Bradshaw is talking about. What he was trying to prove, was homosexuality is not a choice. People are born gay. To say that people are "not born gay because that means God made a mistake, and God doesn't make mistakes" is an outdated fallacy, and one that can be extremely hurtful. What I took from his presentation is, life is far too complicated for our feeble mortal minds to comprehend. There is no one answer. He presented a case of an individual that looked (physically) like a women yet she suffered from a disease called AIS (androgen insensitivity syndrome) which prevents an embryo to develop the male organs, even though the baby has XY chromosomes and should develop into a male, develops into the default sex of a female. Most people don't are unaware of this until they hit their teens and their parents take their daughter in to the doctors as to why she hasn't began the female processes that come with adolescents and tests will show that genetically she is a male. Again, the complexity is beyond our comprehension.
Later in the week we had a panel of 3 gay students here at BYU who are also LDS. "Jeff" who is gay, "Mike" who is bisexual and "Jenny" who is lesbian. Both men were converts to the church at ages 15 & 16. Both knew they were gay, and knew the church's stance, yet could not deny their testimonies and knew that they wanted to serve a mission someday to share the gospel message with others. One served in the Netherlands and the other in Ukraine. After their introductions I was the one who asked most of the questions. I asked questions like, Does it offend you when someone says 'that's gay'?, How did your homosexuality affect your mission and who on your mission knew? and the question that affected me and our panel the most that I asked was, How will the path of your sexuality and the path of this Gospel, cross and at which point will you decide, if you decide at all, that the paths must separate?
Jeff responded that he will put his future in God's hand. If there is a female that he is to be with, than he wants to know, a sign from God. If it doesn't work out that way, he'll deal with it at that point. Jenny said that she envisions a day when she and her wife, will be able to pick their kids up from primary, and sit together as a family in sacrament. To most of us these might seem a far way out or impossible at that. What got me was Mike's response. He said that he knew that he would eventually find a man that he loved and wanted to be with forever, and marry. He knew that by doing this, this path and the path with the church would end and he knew that he would be excommunicated. He knows without a doubt, that Joseph Smith was a true prophet and he did restore the gospel in these latter days. He also can't deny these feelings. If it is a "challenge" as some say, can you change your attraction towards the opposite sex? Because I was the only one in my class with children, Mike's answer affected me in a very different manner than it did the others.
I have children, that I love more than life itself! I would literally lay down my life for them, and promise to do everything in my power to help them live a long, healthy, happy life. I would have such a difficult time knowing that my child has a testimony of the church, yet knows that he will have to be excommunicated if he acts on these desires. The church's current stance for homosexuals is abstinence or celibacy. I just had a hard time putting myself in the shoes of the parents of these students. I love my wife and the relationship that we have. I couldn't imagine one of these students having to go through life, without a spouse or partner or at least not sharing the type of loving and nurturing relationship my spouse and I have, whether it's with the same sex or not. This is perhaps why Mike knew that he would eventually get married, even if it meant excommunication.
There is a woman in my class, who confided in me, that she was in fact gay. She is married to her husband in the temple, but loves him for the person that he is and the person he makes her by bringing out the best in her, yet she is attracted to females. I'm not sure how it all works, but for them it works, and I'm happy for her that she was able to find a person and a way that her path of same gender attraction and path of our church doctrine was able to co-exist. Many people are not able to find that compromise in this journey.
I grew up in a Tongan dominated, west side Salt Lake neighborhood of Glendale that was not very conducive to homosexuals, and the truth is we just didn't know much. Maybe it's not homophobic, but it sure isn't talked about. Not in our culture, neighborhood, or religion. The beginning of my enlightenment, surprisingly began with my military service which was a very homophobic (I hate that word by the way) yet I served along side many soldiers who essentially saved my life in certain situations in Iraq, and it wasn't until after our deployment that I learned they were gay. Had I known they were gay, maybe I wouldn't have gotten to know and appreciate them as a human being first, because I wouldn't have been able to get over that barrier, albeit was only a barrier for me, not them. Then I came home and married my wife, who was many cousins that are gay. Specifically when I met her first cousin Eldon Johnson, he absolutely changed my entire outlook, as I gained a love for him because I saw how much he loved everyone else around with, without judgement and very Christ-like even to those that judged him and even shouted vulgarities to him and his boyfriend, without even knowing what an amazing person he is. So, to Eldon, Thank you for helping me come this understanding, when I first joined the family over 10 years ago!
The most alarming part was the statistics of homeless young adults on the streets that come from LDS families, the statistics of young adults who contemplate or attempt suicide, who are members of our own families. I can't imagine what any of you had to go through when dealing with these questions. Noni, Kaho, my family who I love, I wonder about your stories as well and know that you are surrounded now by loved ones who matter. I admire your strength. This post was just about learning to love our family for who they are, family. Because some day, if your own flesh and blood, your own child, comes to you to tell you this, first I would be happy that we have a relationship where my child is comfortable enough to talk to me about this and secondly I would love them. Because we loved them before we knew this, why would it change? It shouldn't. To call yourself a follower of Christ, then turn away from a loved one, is incomprehensible. That's all folks. I hope I haven't offended anyone, again these are just my opinions, nothing more. Just love each other without placing judgement because many things are beyond our comprehension and understanding of our mortal minds. Our just, loving, Father in Heaven, knows all. This I do believe.
Monday, March 24, 2014
When Loved Ones Leave
Again, with all my other posts, this one is unedited, raw emotions and thoughts put down while I have a short break in between classes.
When a loved one leaves this life, especially unexpectedly, it's difficult because many times it leaves us with many unanswered questions. It leaves a void in our lives that can never be filled because that spot was created by and for the person, over years and years of laughing, crying, late nights joking around, walking to Sev for a nachos and Big Gulp, sharing secrets and all the little things that you shared together.
We all have a belief or a hope of what happens after death. If you're LDS you believe that there is absolutely life after this and the reunion with our friends and family on the other side is one filled with happiness and joy. We believe that if we live righteously we can be with our families together forever. We can take comfort in knowing that our loved ones no longer suffer from this cruel, painful earthly life, but rejoice in the belief that they are now with our loved ones that have passed on before us.
All of these beliefs bring comfort to the pain stricken, mourning soul......but sometimes, especially immediately after receiving such sad news, no words can help. There isn't anything that anyone can say that will help with the pain that you're feeling right then and there, and that's OK.
Sometimes it's just best to cry, be sad, reminisce and think of all the good times you had. Picture their smiling face and the way they always greeted you with a hug to brighten your day. Remember how important they always made you feel. Miss them. Cry for them......and nothing else. For this reason, I have no words of wisdom at the tragic news of the loss the Tua'one family is having right now, because when I lost close family members, I didn't want to be reminded that families can be forever. I didn't want to think that my grandpa who battled valiantly with cancer is no longer in pain. I wanted to be to left alone, and think of how badly I missed them, and I just wanted to cry, and be sad. And be mad at myself for not taking every opportunity to tell them I loved them, even though I already knew, that they knew, how much I loved them.
There will be a time for all of that, later, and comfort and healing will come in due time; but for now, just cry. Cry, be sad, mourn the beautiful life and positive impact that was left behind. I have no words of comfort. I will however pray, on your behalf, for comfort and peace and for the speedy recovery of my cousin Junior Keiaho. Ofa lahi atu famili Tua'one.
Kime
When a loved one leaves this life, especially unexpectedly, it's difficult because many times it leaves us with many unanswered questions. It leaves a void in our lives that can never be filled because that spot was created by and for the person, over years and years of laughing, crying, late nights joking around, walking to Sev for a nachos and Big Gulp, sharing secrets and all the little things that you shared together.
We all have a belief or a hope of what happens after death. If you're LDS you believe that there is absolutely life after this and the reunion with our friends and family on the other side is one filled with happiness and joy. We believe that if we live righteously we can be with our families together forever. We can take comfort in knowing that our loved ones no longer suffer from this cruel, painful earthly life, but rejoice in the belief that they are now with our loved ones that have passed on before us.
All of these beliefs bring comfort to the pain stricken, mourning soul......but sometimes, especially immediately after receiving such sad news, no words can help. There isn't anything that anyone can say that will help with the pain that you're feeling right then and there, and that's OK.
Sometimes it's just best to cry, be sad, reminisce and think of all the good times you had. Picture their smiling face and the way they always greeted you with a hug to brighten your day. Remember how important they always made you feel. Miss them. Cry for them......and nothing else. For this reason, I have no words of wisdom at the tragic news of the loss the Tua'one family is having right now, because when I lost close family members, I didn't want to be reminded that families can be forever. I didn't want to think that my grandpa who battled valiantly with cancer is no longer in pain. I wanted to be to left alone, and think of how badly I missed them, and I just wanted to cry, and be sad. And be mad at myself for not taking every opportunity to tell them I loved them, even though I already knew, that they knew, how much I loved them.
There will be a time for all of that, later, and comfort and healing will come in due time; but for now, just cry. Cry, be sad, mourn the beautiful life and positive impact that was left behind. I have no words of comfort. I will however pray, on your behalf, for comfort and peace and for the speedy recovery of my cousin Junior Keiaho. Ofa lahi atu famili Tua'one.
Kime
Monday, July 22, 2013
Insecurities....blah!
Definition
of insecurity (n)
in·se·cu·ri·ty
[ ìn sə kyrətee ]
- insecure condition: the state of being unsafe or insecure
- unsafe feeling: a state of mind characterized by self-doubt and vulnerability
- insecure phenomenon: an instance or cause of being insecure
Insecurity is a state of mind characterized by self-doubt
and vulnerability. From personal experience, I’ve come to realize that another
definition of insecurity can be an individual’s over-awareness of a physical
attribute that they cannot immediately change. For my entire life, I’ve
struggle with my smile, specifically my teeth. They’re crooked. And I’m the
only one in my family that has this problem! My parents, and all my siblings
have beautiful smiles, with gleaming white, straight teeth!
To any of you that have straight teeth, this may not seem
like a big deal, but only because you have straight teeth, so it’s not
something that you have to worry about! But to someone who has suffered with an
imperfect smile, due to crooked teeth, pictures are always such a stressful
event for me, because now that I’m married, my beautiful wife, and thankfully
my children as well, have gorgeous smiles, with wonderfully white, straight
teeth!
About a year and a half ago, while working for FedEx and
having awesome insurance, I got braces! I was so excited about it, that I even
wrote a blog about how having straight teeth would change my life! Lol. Yeah,
I thought all my problems would be solved because obviously people with
straight teeth have no problems at all!! Lol.
Since moving to Provo, attending BYU, which meant
quitting FedEx over a year ago, I haven’t had insurance, which meant no
orthodontist appointments, which means broken brackets, and missing wires in my
mouth. Having all this hardware in my mouth is really just an insecure young
man trying desperately to hold on to the dream of finally have straight teeth!
It’s been over 1 year since I’ve seen an orthodontist, and
I’m finally accepting the fact the I may never experience, at least not in this
lifetime, what it feels like to have straight teeth. What it feels like to
smile with confidence! What it feels like to stand next to your beautiful wife
and kids while a photographer tells your family to smile, and not feel
completely insecure, and as the definition states: vulnerable.
Perhaps when I’m completely done with school, and am in a
position financially I will get this taken care of. By then I’ll be in my late
30’s and I’m sure, I will not be any more secure or confident with
myself then, than I am now, but only time will tell. Maybe then, I’ll be bald
and over weight as well suffering from other ailments associated with aging, that my smile
will be the least of my worries lol, who knows. If I could just find an
orthodontist that could at least take these useless brackets off my teeth so I
can finally enjoy biting into an apple or corn on the cob!
Until then, I will enjoy the beautiful smiles of the little
ones that call me dad, and hope they never get crooked teeth! And in the likely
event that they do get crooked teeth, I hope I’m in a position then to get them
braces early on. I’ll just keep my lips closed, hiding my insecurities in each
family picture, until I have insurance again, or when our earthly bodies are
perfected in the next life. Which ever comes first :)
Monday, April 22, 2013
What's in the Name?
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When President George
Albert Smith was young, his deceased grandfather George A. Smith appeared
to him in a dream and asked, “I would like to know what you have done with my
name.” President Smith responded, “I have never done anything with your name of
which you need be ashamed.”
What’s in the name? My name is Kime
Tuipulotu Lao. I was named after my maternal grandfather, the late Kime
Tuipulotu Kinikini. I share his first & middle name. Because he was such a
well known and well loved man, I am often mistakenly called Kime Kinikini by
the older generation Tongans that knew my grandpa because the unique names are
synonymous with each other.
The name
Kime is very much a family name, in fact I’ve never heard of any other person
or persons with that name except from my grandpa and the many relatives, such
as myself, that were named after him. I’m not even sure where he got his name
from, although I’ve always speculated he was named after an early Christian
missionary that may have visited the friendly island kingdom of Tonga, from
which he originates.
More times
than I can count, upon hearing my name, strangers immediately knew my family
history and genealogy, my parents, grandparents and from which village in
Tongan each came from. It was amazing! I can remember riding the bus home in 3rd
grade and walking home to my grandparent’s house during a snowstorm. A young
Tongan woman pulls up to me, rolls her window down and asks my name. I politely
tell her my name is Kime and she interrupts and says to me “Oh, Kime! I’m your
aunty! Get in the car and I’ll drive you home! I know where your grandparents
live! How are grandpa & grandma doing?” And without hesitation I get into a
complete strangers vehicle, and luckily she takes me right to my grandparents
house!
This exact
scenario has played out many times in my life, and later as a young adult I
would run into people who knew my grandpa and who’s lives had been touched so
deeply by him, they continued to break down as they shared their connection and
story with me, about my grandpa.
For this
reason, I’ve always felt nameless. Not like a person without a name, but more
of an individual blessed to call myself after my grandpa Kime, an amazing man.
I felt that the name was still his, not mine. I am called Kime, but the name is
still his. It’s like running outside of your house into a rainstorm, and you
grab your father’s jacket to wear to protect you from the storm. Even if your
father let’s you keep the jacket, and no matter how long you have the jacket,
in your mind the jacket is always your father’s.
Likewise,
my name has never really felt like my name. I have always felt privileged to
bare my grandfather’s name. Like the modern day LDS prophet George Albert
Smith, who had a dream that he met his grandfather, of the same name, hoped that
he had made him proud of by his works and kept honor and dignity to his name, I
too hope that when I meet my grandpa Kime again, I will be able to look him
straight in the eye and say ‘Grandpa Kime, I’ve tried my best to uphold the
honor and dignity of your name, by living a similar life of love and service.”
I hope that
my son (who I named after my grandpa, Kime Kinikini Lao, and not myself) has
similar experiences of strangers walking up to him, upon hearing his name, and
say to him “Kime….I knew a Kime once, he was a very kind gentleman.” I hope
that my Uncle Kime and my several cousins that bare the name Kime Kinikini feel
the same responsibility that I have and choose to honor our grandfather’s name
accordingly.
For this
reason, I can remember taking great offense when others would intentionally
mispronounce my name. It is an unusual name and very easy to confuse with many
names more feminine like ‘Kim’ or ‘Kimmy’. Few things in this life could bring
as much anger in my heart than to have someone purposefully make fun of my name,
not because I feel like they’re making fun of me, but because I feel they are
making fun of my grandfather’s name, who was a wonderful man! Of course they
don’t know the weight that is tied behind the name, or the meaning or importance
that I carry with it, which is the reason I can stay calm amidst other’s
ignorance and lack or respect for a name.
As I began,
what’s in the name? For some, it’s something that sounds nice, or pretty. For
others it’s completely random, spur of the moment type of decision. For many
it’s to commemorate an event like a sibling on a mission, or other momentous
event going on during their life. For my little family, each name is tied to an
individual that mean a lot to us. My older brother & grandpa Sateki, whom
my oldest son is named after, my wife’s maternal grandmother Salote Lasini
Wolfgramm who was battling cancer when my daughter was born and who’s name my
daughter now shares, my grandpa Kime Kinikini, who my 2nd son is
named after and my youngest son Heikoti, born when my youngest brother was
serving his mission in Texas, the only missionary of us siblings. Everyone has
different reasons behind the question, What’s in the name?
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