A Taste of Life

Whenever I think of my mother, I think of life.  Not only because she is the one who gives me life, but also because of the way she faces her life and the food she makes.  It gives me invisible power and support to face the adversity of life.  It’s like she is the angel God assigned to me to guard me in this life.  Whenever I think of my mother, I feel the strength to face life.

My mother is the youngest daughter in her family.  She lost her father when she was 9 years old.  She again lost her first husband in her twenties and was left with 4 young kids.  In her late twenties, she met my father and they got together and had another 3 kids.  

My mother is very talented and intelligent.  She can master different skills in a short time.  She learns fast.

I left my parents at 18 when I went to college.  Since then, it seems, slowly, I forgot our connection.  I forgot how she cooks, I forgot how she leads her life.  It seems that I lost the connection with the origin of my life source and lost the taste of life.

These days I felt I lost the taste of life and then my mother’s imagines keep surfacing up, the way she cooks, the way she smiles, the way she deals with life, and brings me tremendous energy and power.  Then, suddenly, I remember she used to blanch almost everything and then add a touch of crushed raw garlic soy sauce!  Suddenly, all the memory and tastes of life coming back to me, that live raw garlic brings back that live power, the joy to be alive!

Tears stream down!  Thank you, my dear mother!  Thank you for giving me this life and showing me how to live life!

By Suzanne Yang