Sometimes I see her happiest moments, when she nods and acknowledge me.
My mother’s eyes, the window and lens of my world as a child.
Sometimes I see her sad moments, when she shakes her head and tells me, “Why don’t you listen and do as being told?”
My mother’s eyes, if looks could kill.
No matter where I am, I am home in my mother’s eyes.
By Jazzmin S. Lu
~~Dedicated to all the wonderful immigrant mothers out there in this world. A person that gave unconditional love, made sacrifices for her children to have a better life and deprived of self-love. You are out there, but not alone. Honor should be yours.
Warrior Lessons “An Asian American Woman’s Journey to Power” by Phoebe Eng
The 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman
Healing the Child Within by Charles L. Whitfield, M.D.
48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene
Art of Seduction by Robert Greene
7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen Covey
Take a walk or take a trip to discover the natural beauty of outdoors. It may surprisingly help with mental sanity and depression. Enjoy the open blue skies; breathe deeply of clean air through your nostrils, take each step slowly and soon your self-discovery of hope will find you.