I asked the questions that matter of J.D. Park! But first, the book: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1718068395/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0
Now let’s ask…
Hello, J.D.! What’s your biggest screw up in the kitchen?
This question is tough as I have had so very many. I am absolutely not someone who enjoys cooking. My husband cooks 90% of our meals. He’s amazing. I have burned, overcooked, undercooked, over seasoned, mixed up table and teaspoons; you name it, I’ve done it. I’d say that the one thing I screw up in the kitchen consistently is EGGS! I am the worst. They are always way overdone. They end up rubbery and all around disgusting, even writing about them now makes me dread the next time I cook them!
That answer is eggs-cellent! Ha-ha! *clears throat* Sorry. What’s your favorite sound?
This is an easy question for me to answer, the sound of my kid’s laughter. They are still young and laugh with their whole bodies. It’s hard to hear that sound and not smile. Sometimes, when I listen to them laughing, I know they are doing something they shouldn’t because nothing you are supposed to do generates that much laughter but I will let it slide for an extra second just to soak up that sound.
I will agree with that one! Do you believe in love at first sight?
No. I believe in lust and attraction at first sight but not love. At least not the lasting kind. Love takes time to develop. It takes getting to know, really know, a person. It takes seeing flaws and deciding to look past them because the other character traits a person has far out way the flaws. Being physically attracted to someone is easy. Loving someone you truly know, that’s special, and that takes time.
I respect that answer! Are you usually early, late, or on time?
I, personally, am early. I live in the country, so I always estimate the drive time taking longer than it usually does because I never know what I might get stuck behind (tractor, sheep…). My kids, however, make me less early and more on time than I would like. We are still rarely late but as the saying goes, “If you can’t be on time, be early.”
I will take that advice to heart! What would you tell your younger self?
So much. SO. MUCH. I’d start with all the basics; Everything you are worried about right now, you won’t care about in the future. Don’t worry so much what others think of you, worry what you think of you. Work harder in school now because it’ll make it easier later on. All of the standard life tips. Then I’d tell me the stuff I really need to hear. Hold out for the good things in life because you do deserve them. Make sure you help as many people as you can whenever you can. It’ll make you a much happier person and might even change someone’s life along the way. Surround yourself with people who want good things for you. The people who lift you up and root you on; those are the people you need to find and keep. And perhaps the most important thing I can tell my younger self is: You don’t need to have all the answers now or even later. Life is messy and ever-changing. Adapt as things come, learn from the things you didn’t like the outcome of and make better, more informed decisions going forward. None of us have it all figured out, and that’s not only okay, it’s how it’s supposed to be.
Listen to that all you young ones out there! What’s the most marvelous thing you have ever seen with your own eyes?
I’ve seen it twice, and I can’t imagine anything ever being more marvelous than this; When the Dr. held up my newborn and said “It’s a boy” and the second time “It’s a girl.” We didn’t find out the gender of our babies. We went old school and had yellow, green and beige everything. Not knowing who these little humans were until they came into the world was just amazing. When my son was born, I couldn’t believe we had a boy. I was shocked. My husband is a big brother, so he wanted a boy for that reason. I only have an older sister, so a boy seemed so abstract to me but when they said “it’s a boy,” I was shocked. I knew I would never love anything as much as I loved that baby and that was miraculous. Three years and 11 hours later they said “girl” and it floored me. We knew we weren’t going to have any more after the second regardless of the gender but secretly hoped for a girl. I wanted my husband to be able to experience the daddy/daughter love that I was getting with mother/son relationship. I knew that day that if I had ten kids, I’d love each of them as much as I did that first time I saw my son. The love multiplies. And when my son first held his baby sister, talk about heart exploding.
My heart just eggs-ploded with joy at that answer! (I’ll stop soon, I promise!) If you had to live without one of the five senses, which sense do you give up?
I think I’d give up the ability to smell. I couldn’t give up sight. Not being able to see my kid’s faces would be heartbreaking. Sound falls under the same category; their laughter is too important. Touch would be tragic. Never feeling a hug from my husband, never receiving the comfort a touch can bring, nope. I guess I could stand to lose taste but without taste, smell would be torture…So smell it is!
That question is eggs-treme! Oh, yes! Thank you, J.D., for answering my all-important questions! Support J.D. by checking out the links below! Next week, we’ll be here, bad puns and all, to listen to another interview!
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