Esquired!!!

The day has come, as I have been planning and working towards this day for many years.  This passed week, I completed the last step to becoming a licensed attorney in Hawaiʻi.  Together, in front of my ʻohana, friends, former co-workers and employers, I was sworn-in as one of the newest members of the bar.

There are so many thoughts that come to mind as I tell this story.  There’s so much I want to say: where I’ve come from, how much I am really no different than anyone else who thinks that a goal may be unattainable, how difficult it really was to get to this point, advice to those who are still working towards passing the bar, those who are interested in a getting their law degree, how much kuleana I feel as an investment of Pauahi and the lāhui, and sharing what I plan to do next.

At the same time, I just want to soak this all in.  With the support of my ʻohana and friends, I did it!!!

For now, I thought I would share my remarks that I shared after being sworn-in.  Here it is:

Mahalo to my ʻohana, and friends, many of whom are here but also those who couldn’t make it today. Each one of you played a role in getting me here. You recognized something special in me, nurtured and cultivated that to get me here.

I would especially like to thank my mother, Elwen, and my keiki—Kawena, my law school baby, Kawaiola, my bar baby, and Kaʻāinaaloha, the next chapter. A special mahalo to Meghan Leialoha Au, Hanalē Bishop, and their daughter River for all that they do for our ʻohana and the lāhui. They are such an inspiration to me and have provided us with so much nourishment, in every sense of the word. And last, but not least, my dear hula sister and friend, Wendy who’s constant support got me through some of my darkest study days.

We are all here for my swearing-in ceremony, but as we celebrate my success, it is really more of a celebration of our collective efforts that got me here. The best way that I thought I could pay it forward to mahalo you all for all that you have done for me and my ʻohana, is to implement what I’ve learned by serving my community, the lāhui. The most recent iteration of how I plan to pay it forward is manifesting into a business idea of a consulting business. My consulting business will combine my educational (in both public health and law) and work experience.

Keeping this short, wanted to share my vision statement that is still a work-in-progress.

VISION

Our ancestors that discovered Hawaiʻi, the most isolated landmass within the vast Pacific Ocean, sustained a population of over 1 million. Before Hawaiʻi imported upwards of 90% of its goods, Hawaiians were healthy and strong people that were in balance with the natural resources that make Hawaiʻi unique.

I believe the community holds the answers for many of our problems. Supporting Native Hawaiian farmers and cultural practitioners will address many of the ailments that not only Hawaiians experience, but also Hawaiʻi’s general population as a whole. ʻIke kūpuna, ancestral knowledge, is key to returning to a healthy and thriving people. Supporting Native Hawaiian farmers to be able to access land and water needed to sustain their produce will ensure healthy foods for our families. Supporting cultural practitioners by institutionalizing and meeting the high consumer demand for these healing practices will address health disparities in a culturally effective way to achieve improved health outcomes.

The role of a lawyer may not always be obvious when it comes to supporting Native Hawaiian farmers and cultural practitioners, however, I am not your typical lawyer. I see my roles as improving health through ʻāina justice and advocacy. Whether the support a farmer may need is with writing a will to ensure his legacy for his family, access to land and water to ensure his livelihood, or even advocating for policies that are community-informed, that is where I come in.

Vulnerability Post: Spinning

In case you were wondering, #mombie (mom + zombie) is legit.  Even as a stay/work-at-home-mom, why I am so tired, you ask?  Scary Mommy’s article gives a glimpse at to why moms are so tired even after getting some rest.  I felt some relief to read this article and realized that I am not the only one.  I am not the only one who’s mind is constantly spinning.  What about this, what about that, did I remember to do this, don’t forget to do this later…’round and ’round we go.

Here’s a glimpse of what my mind has been spinning about lately:

  • when will my daughter be potty-trained?
  • what if she’s not potty-trained by the time she’s supposed to start preschool?
  • why is my daughter all about oli and hula at kula (school), but not at papa hula (hula class)?
  • maybe I shouldn’t have scolded her the way I did.
  • maybe I should be more strict.
  • when am I going to get a break?
  • when will baby take to a bottle?
  • did I pay the internet bill?
  • do we have enough funds to pay for “x”?
  • when is that due again?
  • I need to schedule that appointment.
  • why is this house such a mess?
  • why do I bother doing the laundry?  what happens if I stopped doing the laundry?
  • and of course, the daily question:  what’s for dinner?

What has been occupying your mind?  How do you manage this spinning?  Deep breathing?  Exercising?  Writing a list?  Help a māmā out!!!

What if We Put Our Children First?

There are many articles and discussions on the topic of when a parent decides whether to be a stay-at-home-parent.  Especially within the time since I have become a parent, I think it is becoming more common for dads to be the stay-at-home-parent.  It was not until becoming a mom did I realize how difficult it is to have to put your child with a stranger to go back to work.  On top of that, our kids are only young for such a short period of time.  There are many factors that go into deciding whether to be a stay-at-home-parent, but it seems that the articles and discussions on this topic primarily and solely focus on the financial factor.

Before digging in deeper, I want to make it clear that my criticism (if it is viewed as such) is with the larger system itself.  Many other countries provide mothers with one year (or more) of paid leave!  Paid leave!  Also, my view of a stay-at-home-parent is not necessarily one that strictly stays home and solely cares for their children.  A stay-at-home-parent may also be a work-at-home-parent.  I also see all of us, those that decide to go back/continue working and those that decide to be a stay-at-home-parent, as equals.  Going back to work or being a stay-at-home-parent, either of which, is not necessarily the best fit for everyone (obviously).  Each family, each person, has to make this decision for themselves and we are all doing our best.

Through discussions with fellow stay/work-at-home-parents and parents, generally, here are factors that are often considered in whether one parent should stay home to care for the child(ren):

  • the costs of daycare to income ratio,
  • whether the parent that would be the stay-at-home-parent enjoys working,
  • other benefits secured by employment,
  • children’s needs.

What I think these articles fail to acknowledge and include in their discussions is the potential benefits that will result when a mom decides to stay home.  There are benefits for the mom, child(ren), and the family unit as a whole.  These benefits have short-term and long-term effects.

Taking cue from Dr. Ye Nguyen’s prompt on “what if,” I encourage us all to continue to do what ever is best for each individual and that individual’s ʻohana.  Similar to how it was once “radical” to think that a woman would be anything but a housewife, I hope that the the variations of working/part-time work/full-time work/work-at-home-mom or parent/stay-at-home-parent becomes not so radical.  So, what if we put our children first?  What if we were all supported to live our lives however we wanted to without fear of whether we could survive financially on  one income?  What if the financial factor was not a concern in deciding whether to put your children first?  What if the cost of living was actually affordable for a growing family?  What if we didn’t have to worry about x, y, or z in deciding whether to put our children first?  What if society supported moms to go back to work that allowed her to fulfill all of her commitments to her family as well?  What if society supported dads to do the same?  What if?

 

Articles on this topic:

Why I Opted In To ‘The Motherhood Penalty’ At My Job

 

 

Mālama Hōnua Challenge

Reflecting back on when I created this blog almost three years ago, I originally created this as a space for me to share, in hopes of creating dialogue, on topics related to health and environmental justice.  Fundamental to these topics is my perspective as a kanaka maoli, a mother, and one who was born and raised in Hawaiʻi.  I think I also wanted to solidify and sharpen my ability to articulate my values on the importance of aloha ʻāina.

So with that, I wanted to congratulate and mahalo those who contributed to the success of Hōkūle’a’s World-Wide Voyage (“WWV”).  Mahalo for all of the time and effort that you put into making the WWV a success!  Your success makes me so proud to be a Hawaiian.

Hōkūleʻa docked at Magic Island to celebrate its homecoming.

Part of the mission of this WWV was to spread the message of mālama hōnua, “to care for our Earth,” and that the “natural world is a gift with limits and that we must carefully steward this gift if we are to survive together.”  Seeing the Hōkūleʻa accomplish this WWV ignited many different emotions and manaʻo related to mālama hōnua.  Nainoa Thompson’s speech at the homecoming still resonates and continues to impact me as I reflect back on his speech.  One manaʻo re-affirms how ʻakamai our kūpuna were.  It never ceases to amaze me the magnitude and limitless brilliance of our kūpuna.  Further, the method in which Hōkūleʻa accomplished this WWV, using nothing but the stars, demonstrates yet another example of why we should always carry and return to ʻike kūpuna.

Building off of the WWV, and now that the Hōkūleʻa has returned home, what’s next?  How will this impact our daily lives?  I’m not talking about those intimately involved in Hōkūleʻa’s accomplishments.  I’m talking about the broader lāhui, Hawaiʻi, and the world as a whole.  Specifically for the lāhui and Hawaiʻi, I hope that we will practice mālama hōnua in our daily lives–from recycling, using reusable bags, growing our own food, to even how we care for our most sacred spaces like Maunakea.

For me and my ʻohana, we recycle, use cloth diapers on our babies, and try to live a lifestyle that aligns with mālama hōnua.  Although we live in town and do not have any land, we often attend community workdays with various local organizations and support local farmers.  But, I know we can do more.

What do you do to mālama hōnua?  Share ways that you mālama hōnua so that I may learn ways that we can do these things for me and my ʻohana to ensure our Hawaiʻi, our hōnua, is resourceful for our keiki and seven generations into the future.

 

My Journey from Undergrad ’til Now

In recent conversations with friends and family, I came to realize that it is important to share our stories of our educational journey.  Everyone has their own way of processing things, getting guidance, and finding their way, but in the event that this is helpful, here is a bit about my educational journey.  I remember being told that having one person who believes in you makes all the difference in a person’s life.  It saddens me to think that some people don’t even have that one person.  None of this is anything “new,” but here are a couple of points of advice:

1.  There are no shortcuts to success.

This is something that I constantly need to remind myself, ’til this day.  I used to think that by some miracle, I could just show up to class and know all that I needed to know for a test.  This may work for some people, but it wasn’t the best approach for me.  Simply put, do your homework.  Study ’til you know it.

Related to this, sure there are some that are just born smart.  But for the most part, I have come to believe that even smart people need to work hard in order to achieve success.  It wasn’t until law school that I realized that I don’t know how to study.  I still second-guess myself when ever it’s time to study for a test.  But I think the answer can be simple:  put the time in, sit down, and figure out what you need to know and how you are going to learn what you need to know.

In determining the “how” you are going to learn what you need to know, this brings me to my next point.  But also, with things like the internet, the resources are at your fingertips.  Access them!

2.  Learn to ask questions and surround yourself with people that support and push you to be your best.

Sometimes it may feel more within your comfort zone to ask a friend about a particular assignment.  That’s cool.  But don’t shy away from asking the teacher.  In my experience, teachers are MORE than willing to answer questions and welcome it!  You do not have to have all of the answers.  Sometimes just acknowledging what you don’t know is a huge step within itself.

Also, sometimes this will happen on its own when the universe conspires in your favor, so be ready to receive the sign that the universe is sending you.  Other times, you may have to do things that may feel uncomfortable to ensure that you cut the dead weight and only keep those in your life that lift you up.

3.  It is ok to modify your goals along the way.

For as long as I can remember, I wanted to become a medical doctor.  Along the way, I learned about things that I never knew before…like public health.  I never had the intention of going to law school, until I did and then it happened.  So I started from wanting to be a medical doctor to now having an educational background in public health and law.  These may seem like totally irrelevant fields, but they actually overlap.  Although my goals changed along the way, I know that all of my experiences have contributed to where I am today.

Let yourself be free to what drives you, and don’t feel you need to be stuck in a particular major or field because that is where you started when you embarked on this journey.

4.  Kūlia i ka Nuʻu!  (Strive for the Summit!)

Related to my earlier point about there being no shortcuts to success, the effort that you put into studying will be proportional to your success.  If you want to get As, study ’til you know it.

I don’t know where it comes from, but I think it is very natural to try to do as little as possible and to see how far one can get.  RESIST!  Go all in!  Challenge yourself.  Don’t be afraid to make mistakes.  Mistakes are how you will learn, and be sure to not make the same mistakes again.

Through this journey there will be challenges and obstacles.  Do not let these challenges define you.  Always persevere.  I’ve failed a class, and it is not the end of the world.  You just keep on keepin’ on.

5.  Do YOU!

Simply, do you.  Along your journey you may feel people “jocking” and trying to measure their success in comparison to your success.  Don’t worry about anyone else’s success but your own.  This may seem and feel like a selfish act, but an educational investment in yourself is probably the most valueable investment you will ever make.

Lastly, I had my oldest daughter during my second year of law school.  Going to school with young kid(s) is a topic within itself.  Long story short, while there are challenges with going to school with kids, I wouldn’t necessarily advise against it.  Law school is a unique creature within itself that presents its own unique challenges as opposed to undergrad or another graduate program.

I could probably go a lot more in-depth, but I kept it short in hopes that you wouldn’t lose interest.  If you want to talk more of have any questions, I’m open to talking 🙂

The Never-Ending (?) Journey to HomeOwnership

Homeownership.  In Hawaiʻi.  On Oʻahu.  Where to begin?  Geesh!

Well, as many of you already know, it’s not exactly smooth sailing right now in terms of the current trends.  The median price for a single-family home is in the $750,000 range.  Say whaaaaa???!!!

So I guess that answers any question as to what I’ve been doing with my “extra” (if there is such a thing as “extra” time in being a mom…let alone a mom of 3 keiki) time.  As first-time homebuyers, we’re also new to this process.  In the process of trying to climb this steep learning curve, I couldn’t find anything online where someone shared their experience in buying a home in Hawaiʻi, on Oʻahu.

We haven’t puka’d thru on the other side yet, so I can’t share the silver lining just yet.  BUT, here are 5 things that I’ve come to experience and wanted to share.

1.  It really is a SELLER’s market.

I’m sure you’ve read this or heard this on the news.  But being in the trenches, I can tell you that it’s true.  We’ve submitted offers on two houses so far.  The first one that we submitted an offer on received 13 offers.  THIRTEEN!!!  Because the competition is so stiff, many people offer more than the list price and big downpayments–areas in which we are not able to compete.

In receiving so many offers, guess which offer a seller tends to accept??????????  Take a wild guess!  Double down, highest bidder takes all.

2.  This journey to Homeownership takes a lot of time and energy!

There are many reasons why this journey to homeownership is such a time suck.  For one, it is a long journey.  I would say we “started” this journey and became more serious in this journey once we got pre-qualified.  We started the pre-qualification process in November 2016!

Second, due to the complexities of the market, the inventory available, and the process of figuring out what we’re willing to “settle” for, this too takes months.  Submit an offer.  Offer is rejected.  Go back to square one in looking for another home that is purchase worthy.  Round and round we go.

Third, in hopes of achieving our goal of homeownership and (to a certain extent) ending this madness, there is the process of trying to learn how to ensure that the next offer we submit will be accepted.  I think this is really where we have been pushed to think about what we’re willing to “settle” for.  I put “settle” in quotes because, although it may be obvious, we can’t really get everything that we want in a home.  Are we willing to buy a home that will result in 4 hours of commute time to home and work everyday?  Are we willing to squeeze into a 2 bedroom?  The list goes on.

OH!  And let’s not forget the stress of this hurry up and wait game.  This is something that I did not fully prepare myself for until it happened because I didn’t know what to expect.  Due to the climate of the market, it is a sprint from once a home is listed to submitting our offer.  On more than one occasion, we have seen homes listed one day and by the next day it says that it is “in escrow.”  How the heck?!  Seriously.  Even if we’re able to keep pace with the other horses to even have a chance and we submit an offer, getting our offer accepted (as discussed above) is yet another obstacle.  But the waiting, waiting ON EDGE, once our offer is submitted is so nerve-wrecking.  I can’t sleep and can’t really focus on anything else other than waiting for that phone call to hear the great news that our offer was accepted.

3.  The inventory sucks…

I’m guessing this is pretty obvious too.  But again, in speaking from our personal experience, the inventory sucks.  There are slim pickings.

4.  Timing is KEY.

As I may have alluded to earlier, our wants in a home have evolved over time through this process.  Partly due to what’s available, partly due to what we are able to afford, we had to alter our “wants.”  Of course hindsight is 20/20, but reflecting on our journey thus far, we have seen that perhaps we should have started with “plan F” instead of “plan A.”  As a result, since we started with “plan A,” the inventory for “plan F” changed so that by the time we got to wanting to switch gears to “plan F,” the inventory was even slimmer and decreased our options even more.

5.  Remain optimistic.

With all of that said, I think it’s important to remain optimistic…or, at least that’s how I’m able to manage these rolling sets of turbulent waters.  I truly believe that we will find the right home for us all in the right time.  Even if we’ve gotten this far in our journey to rent our current apartment for a longer time frame than we had hoped, we are learning more and more along the way to hopefully be more prepared for when the timing is right and these pieces fall into place.

Anyone else going through this journey to homeownership right now?  Or perhaps you just purchased your home?  I’d love to hear about your journey!  Any words of advice?

Birth Story: Pēpē #3

We are filled with so much love, gratitude, and yummy new baby snuggles as we welcomed our third child on June 3 at 3:49am.  In hopes of capturing the magic of baby’s birth, here is baby’s birth story.

Baby’s due date was June 2.  On this day, I went to my regularly scheduled appointment with my midwife.  After many suspicions (by family, co-workers, and even strangers) that I was “ready to pop,” it seemed that perhaps I could be pregnant for another week.  I wasn’t too worried at the time, especially after seeing my midwife and verifying that we–both baby and I–were healthy.  In fact, I was actually selfishly enjoying my “alone” time in preparing for baby’s arrival.

Pictures of some of the “baby prep” that I was able to accomplish before baby joined us earthside–converted our cloth diapers to snaps, made a blanket for baby with ʻohe kapala, and re-arranged/cleaned-up our house to make space for baby.

Later that evening, we went to celebrate my cousin’s graduation party.  Symptomatic of the unique time period as one is anticipating baby’s arrival, I knew that we didn’t want to stay out too late in case baby would make his/her arrival.  And we all know it is key to rest as much as possible before baby comes.

We got home at a decent hour and went to bed like any other day.  Around 12:15am, I was awaken from my sleep from what I thought felt like contractions.  Trying to stay calm and not get too excited, I tried to go back to sleep while also trying to “monitor” to see if this was the real deal.  Contractions steadily came every 10-15 minutes.  At 1:05am, when I was “due” for another contraction that didn’t come when I was expecting it, I thought to myself, “ok, go back to sleep.  Baby isn’t coming now.”  At 1:06am, I heard a pop–my water broke as I was having another contraction.

It was then that I knew that this was the real deal.

I went to the bathroom, wiped up a little, and then woke up my husband.  I told him, “ok…are you ready?”  He thought I was joking.  Not like I joke about that kind of thing, but meh.  Hah!  I went back to the bed to try to rest through the contractions as my husband started making preparations for baby’s arrival.  He called our midwife and my mom, who had kuleana to come and pick up our girls.

Contractions came steadily, increasing in frequency and intensity.  I focused on my breathing and tried to apply all of the different tools that we learned to sustain the “marathon.”  As much as I tried to not pay attention to what my husband was doing, I could hear him on the phone with my midwife as the contractions progressed quickly.

My midwife arrived at our place around 3am.  By this point, the contractions were pretty intense.  I was starting to get nervous because I didn’t anticipate that my contractions would intensify so quickly, and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to sustain such intensity for too much longer.  In consideration of the length of my labors with my first two kids (ranging from 12-15 or so hours), I thought that baby would make his/her arrival around 10am at the earliest.

But I persisted.  I focused on my breathing.  I usually remain quiet because I see it as trying to preserve every ounce of energy possible, but I needed to moan.  Deep voice moaning as I exhaled.  Deep cleansing breath in between contractions.  Inhale.  Exhale.  Deep belly breaths.  Thinking to myself, “you’re doing it.  You’re that much closer.  Lean in.  Release.  Let go.”

Apparently I was loud enough where my youngest daughter woke up.  Uh oh.  My mom was supposed to be here already.  Although this didn’t necessarily go as planned, I couldn’t let myself worry about this.  Somehow it all worked out and my husband was able to juggle our youngest daughter while also getting the tub ready.

I thought I was about to crawl out of my skin.  But my midwife was there to support me.  Her reassuring voice was just the motivation I needed to keep going.  She told me, “you got it.”  I had asked if the tub was ready because I knew I was ready to get in the tub and was hoping for some relief.  Meanwhile, I could hear my husband going back and forth to the shower to halihali water to the tub.  He came to me to ask me if I needed anything, and all I could blurt out was, “is it (the tub) ready yet?”  Again, my midwife assured me that we would go into the tub just after one more contraction.  One more.  One at a time.

That last contraction that came before I moved to the tub I thought for sure that baby was coming.  The thought even crossed my mind that I was going to have baby on the bed and I wouldn’t even make it to the tub.  The contraction came and went, and I was out of the bed so quick to jump in the tub.

Phew!  I made it to the tub.  Relief.  Even though the water was shallow, and perhaps it’s all in my head, but I found a renewed sense of determination (I guess you could call it) after getting in the tub.

As soon as I got into the tub, I felt my body pushing.  This was different, yet similar, to what I’ve experienced with prior births.  To a certain extent, there’s the conscious effort to push baby out.  But for the most part, the body knows what to do and pushes baby out without trying.  The big rush of energy is an added layer of intensity within itself.  Surrender.  I remember thinking, “Yes!  You did it!  We made it to the tub.  Let it happen.”  As my body was pushing baby out I remember saying out loud, “oh yes!”  So many emotions were flowing through me, in addition to the powerful energy of what felt like the earth that was about to flow through and out of me.

Contractions continued and with every wave of energy, baby came closer and closer to joining us earthside.  I felt baby’s head getting closer and closer.  One more contraction and baby’s head was out.  At this point I knew we were just about there.  Relief.  One more contraction and baby was born.

Uniquely, as we have noted with every birth so far now looking at it hindsight, this baby came tumbling out (in comparison to my other children–one came swimming out).  I picked baby up from out of the water and put baby on my chest.  As I picked baby up, I immediately saw “extra” parts between his legs.  OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!  IT’S A BOY!!!!!!!!!

We were so surprised!!!  In fact, we are still trying to digest that we have a SON!

Soon after pulling baby up to my chest, he started suckling and starting to breastfeed.  It is my personal belief that the immediate skin-to-skin contact is so positively influential in supporting breastfeeding.  Shortly after, my placenta came out.

So to re-cap, my water broke at 1:06am and baby was born at 3:49am.  Approximately a 2.5 hour labor.  My quickest labor BY FAR.

Other than that, we have been slowly catching up and continue to try to process all that just happened.  Not only was it a quick labor, but we were also surprised that baby is a boy!

However, as I anticipated, we are so in love.

And we’re back :)

And we’re back!  Life has been traveling at hyper-speed.  Although in moments like these, I often struggle just keeping up, I have been feeling the need to return back to my blog.

Lots of different things have been bubbling up that I want to/will be posting.  I am remembering how my blog has served as a way for me to maintain, and even further define, my sense of self.  Amidst the hustle of just our daily lives, this time reflecting and time to myself is something that I know that is important for me.

Mahalo for reading and following 🙂

Mahalo, 2016!!!

2016 has been a wild ride, not only for me and my ʻohana, but for most people I know.  All the lows aside, I am thankful for all that has come of this year.

Reflecting back on this year, my number one goal was to pass the bar.  Check.  Yipppppeeeeee!!!!!!!!

Sending my aloha out to those who lost loved ones, and also to you all that I hold near and dear even if we don’t see each other or talk as often as we should.

Ready to ring in the new year, 2017!!!  Bigger and better things await.  Here’s to new beginnings!!!

What are your goals for the upcoming year?