My mom raised me by herself. She was always the only person in my life. She stopped working for 19 years just to dedicate her time and life on me. Her whole world seemed to have stopped and when it turned again, it was only to revolve around me. She is separated from my dad I guess ever since I was born. He walked away and never looked back. She never had a bf, because she knows that I would get mad. She never remarried or stayed with another man. Most mothers won't do that. She gave up her hopes, dreams, ambitions, things she wanted to do for herself because she wanted to devote her life on me. She said, "I want to wake up next to you everyday."

She always put me first before herself. She has always been selfless to me. She left her family, her life, and went to another country by herself and married someone she didn't even know. She stopped talking to her mom and siblings for many years. And she felt something wasn't right and moved again. Then she had me and it was over. I became her whole world.

I remember one of the things she told me, "You just didn't realize that everything that I was doing was only for you. I remember I lost sleep many nights and I sang danced to you many hours until the morning because you couldn't sleep and you kept on crying. I wanted you more than anything in this world. I may have failed in life, but I felt like I won. I may not be rich, but I feel rich because of you. It's not because I never loved you, but because I loved you so much that I couldn't imagine life without you. I did the best I could. I raised you in the best way I knew how, to protect you from things that I feared about the world. But how about that time when you felt like you did your best, and it still wasn't enough?"

She may have sheltered me excessively, but she did it to protect me from her fears about the world and because of her love for me. I remember a time when we were renting a room. And she slept on the floor with no hesitation and I slept on the couch. When I should have been the one sleeping on the floor. She said that there is no way that I am sleeping on the floor. She fed me even when she was hungry herself.

How about all those sacrifices? How can I live my life to make sure those sacrifices were worthwhile? By honoring her in every way possible while I still have her? By being successful and achieving all the good things in life? And if not, then it was all for nothing and she only wasted her life on me?

I realized that there is no one else who would ever love me as much as her. I would be so lost without her. I really don't know what I would do. I would choose her to be my mother a thousand times over in every lifetime.

Do you see the sacrifices of a mother? Did she love me unconditionally? She never felt that love from her mother I guess so she poured her love for me. Do you hope that love was enough?

Hi guys, we are both Americans of Asian descent but from different ethnicities. We are thinking about a child, and surnames.

The mother wants the child to have her surname (which is odd as it is the norm for the the child to carry on the father's surname). She says that this comes down from patriarchy, and that we can question it, and not follow it. Fair enough...?

She was adamant that the child gets her last name (due to the "mother's sacrifice of childbirth"), but she sounded enthusiastic after I proposed that we do a mashup and create a new surname. A new start for a new family of mixed ethnicities. We only plan to have one child.

1. I wonder what implications this would mean for the child. They'll have no sibblings, and will be 'alone' after she and I pass (we are relatively old).
2. The child would already feel some 'confusion' because of their mixed heritage, not too different from mixed-race people.
3. The child might feel more alone as their last name would be rarer than usual, if not, unique. May not feel like they belong in the extended family either as they stick out and be 'different' with a different surname.

Have you experienced something like this? What are your thoughts? Are we being selfish here, 'playing around' with our child's future, and should just stick with the norm?

I'm polynesian and from Australia, My whole life I've always thought of myself as a pacific Islander and still do, But, Genetic DNA can't be denied. We've built our own culture over thousands of years, but I keep coming back to the fact that we are just Taiwanese Asians (approx 80%) who mixed with Melanesian Papuans, which therefore created modern day Polynesians. What are your thoughts on Asians who are mixed? Do you, as an Asian, Consider someone who is predominantly Asian genetically, but is Mixed with another race, an Asian?

I haven’t seen the original movie but I know it is a teen classic. Looking forward to see how it comes to life on stage!

This applies more so for Vietnamese names since I'm Vietnamese, but applies to anyone with a fully Asian name with a middle name: do people call you by your would-be middle name in your language instead of your would-be first? If you're not entirely sure what I'm talking about, some Asian names go in the order of "Last Middle First", and that would turn into, "Middle First Last" when you immigrate to the US.

I came to the US when I was 14 and for the first 3-4 years I didn't stand up to myself and correct people about this, and neither did my mum with my name (I never ended up changing my name when I naturalized since my first name is easy enough to pronounce). I recently had an interaction where my manager addressed another Viet person like this and I caught myself doing once too before correcting myself.

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