Since my Omma passed away last last year I feel like I've been going through an identity crisis. I've lost the grasp on my Korean-ness. I've had to learn to dig deep to remember and to push myself to read and speak Korean, even if it's just to myself. Everyday, I take a moment to look at myself in the mirror and remind myself of who I am. A Korean-American woman. It will be through my memories that I find my identity again.
Looking at this photo I see my mother's eyes. She was always face forward in her actions and her thoughts. Eyes full of unconditional love and compassion. Eyes that I miss so very much. I will honor her memory by doing my best to do the same. Love everyday. Love fully. Happy Mother's Day, Omma. I love you.