As an immigrant to this country, it is sometimes easy to forget that I have a huge family of over 40 cousins back home, and to imagine that I am utterly alone.

I have lived in America for almost 15 years and have made many good friends.

I appreciate them all. But the reality of being alone in a foreign land often hits me during the holidays – when my friends return to their own families – and even on the weekends and moments of disappointment.

I bought mom a bunch of roses this morning for Mother’s Day, and she gave me a hug. It was nice… atypical of her as Asian mothers do not give hugs. But in that gesture she reminded me that I am her son and that we are connected.

I have to remember that no matter where God has allowed me to live, He has blessed me with a godly mother who took her vocation seriously.

To all you mothers and soon-to-be mothers, Happy Mother’s Day!