As a child, my greatest achievement was being one of the fastest kids in my grade. I prided myself in being the last one standing during class games of Sharks vs. Minnows. As a fifth grader, I was invited to the middle school track team, and I couldn’t have been happier. But the one person who was the happiest was my mom. 

My mom, a track athlete as a child, happened to excel in the same exact events as I did: short distance relays and the high jump. As I prepared for the big meet, she was right next to me, giving me tips and words of encouragement. I then realized that there truly is nobody like her.

If I was asked to describe my mom, I would simply say there are not enough words to describe her perseverance, talent, and wit. Growing up in Beijing, she was beloved around her school and neighborhood. She was able to defy all odds and become admitted to a boarding school prioritizing opera at no cost, despite having no prior experience, being the oldest in her class, and being the tallest in an art where conformity was important. Upon admission, she excelled. She was driven by passion, a characteristic of someone who had nothing to lose, which continued into her adulthood. 

As a mother of four children, her talent and passion for opera translated into caring for us. But my mom was never one to coddle. I didn’t have a mom who comforted me if I made a mistake, rather one that walked me through detailed steps to improve for next time. I never received lunch notes from my mom like my other elementary school classmates. Instead I had my favorite meal for lunch everyday: homemade dumplings that consumed hours of my mom’s time to make. I had someone who was willing to drive and watch every single one of my after school classes, allowing me to discover my own passion and drive. Despite not appreciating this as a child, there is nobody else I am more grateful to have by my side today as I navigate my teenage years. My mom has given me life-changing advice, continues to demonstrate her love, and has been the greatest support system I could ever ask for. 

I realize now that there is nobody who knows me as well and is as similar to me. I have the same personality, skills, and determination as my mother, qualities I couldn’t be more proud of. She often tells me that she sees herself in me, and I take pride in knowing that I truly am my mother’s daughter.

So thank you mom, for my life, your care, and your endless sacrifices. I love you is an understatement.