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Life of a rebellious daughter

Scenario 1: Voicing your opinion

Immigrant Mother: “If you listen and do as I say, one day you will thank me for all that I am teaching you.”

Daughter: “But mother, I don’t want to learn to do these boring chores. Why are women stuck with household duties?”

Immigrant Mother: “One day, to marry a good husband, you must know.”

Daughter: “What if I don’t want to marry? If I do, I will have an independent husband that knows all these household duties.”

Immigrant Mother: “Daughter, your future husband would appreciate you more.”

Daughter: “Wouldn’t he appreciate me more if I make more money and hire a housekeeper?”

Immigrant Mother: “No, no …you silly daughter! You save money doing it yourself!”

By Jazzmin S. Lu

Moral lesson:

Sometimes we are stuck in a generational gap situation. Voicing your opinion to your immigrant mother is not a winning battle. She was raised by my traditional grandmother in a different era. Feminism doesn’t exist in her world.

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Past, Present, and Future

Leave the past behind, because it no longer matters…

You can’t change what has been said and done.

Live in the present, because it is a gift of opportunity to start again.

Search and look within to find happiness.

Plan for the future, to find meaning in your life journey.

Envision your future and hold your dreams tightly within your grasp.

Past, present and future.

These are chapters of your life story.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

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Embracing Multicultural Narratives for Healing

My Story.

My multicultural backgrounds have shaped me who I am today. The purpose of this blog is to share and inspire people to appreciate what nature has to offer and stories that could heal your soul.

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Lake Life Wonders

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Coming soon and will be a part of Jazz Garden & More

Sharing lake life living…

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My Mother’s Shadow

She gave me life and tried to raised me, to be the best version of herself as a woman.

Growing up, she tell me stories of her homeland that she missed dearly.

As a child, I couldn’t imagine the sacrifices and loneliness she felt deep within, without someone to soothe her emotional pain.

I wish then that I was old enough to wipe away all her tears of sadness and tell her, ” this will pass, everything in life is temporary.”

She gave unconditional love without seeking rewards in return, but to see me one day become a dutiful and loving daughter to her.

Is that the life of a traditional mother? Born and raised to fulfill the duties and expectations of others with selfless love and without a voice?

I could only be my mother’s shadow, walking beside and sometimes behind her. It seems that we are “one”, but we are actually “two” identities that want to continue the lifelong journey together.

Being my mother’s shadow was a difficult task. Our lives entwined with endless battles of racial discrimination, social and gender bias as a woman and sustaining a peaceful life of the “American Dream”.

All grown up, I could no longer be my mother’s shadow. I must let her go, to live her last phase of life.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

Foreword: If you are fortunate to have a loving immigrant mother that raised you to be your best self, show her that she is appreciated and loved. Words couldn’t express all that she sacrificed and not able to have a “voice”.