It’s almost Mother’s Day so I’m thinking about my own mom, other mothers, and about being a mom (no, no–I’m not pregnant).
I love my mom.
She has done things that take massive courage–courage that I’m not even sure I have. She trusted my father, and left her culture, her language, her people of origin, and her family to move to a tiny, strange, podunk, and foreign town in Northern Idaho, believing that opportunity was greater on the other side. When I try to imagine me or my friends making the choice to move to another country with this belief, it’s hard for me to see any of us making that bold leap.
And as much as everything was ass backwards to her, she somehow managed. And as I get older and become more aware of where I’m at, I realize how much that has influenced my own path and world view. Despite having to manage the quiet and insidious nature of racism, marginalization, exclusion, and constant cultural and linguistic misunderstandings that are built into being a foreigner and minority in a strange land, my parents lived a very full life.
For all of this, I’m grateful to my parents, especially my mom for her tremendous courage.
Had I grown up in Korea or in a place where we had fit in, I could’ve insulated myself. Instead, my experiences of receiving intolerance, non-acceptance, and opposing views helped develop the OPPOSITE qualities in me. I learned tolerance. Acceptance. And that a variety of views can help to broaden your perspective–especially the ones that are directly opposed to your own.
So on this Mother’s Day, remember how your mom helped you become the person that you are. Revel in it. Appreciate it. And send her your love.