It was March 1978 when my mom had me. My brother had already been kicking around for 21 months before I made my debut. My parents were hard working immigrants struggling in a new life so that my brother and I could have a better one. For Mother’s Day I would like to share a little story that my mom told me:
My mom was pregnant with my brother and still working at Bank of Montreal. It took a couple of busses to get to work (and yes in 15 inches of snow). She worked on “the floor” among all the chatter of the other tellers. She always kept out of unproductive conversations and said nothing when gossip was thick in the air. My mom’s English was basic at best but she didn’t need to know the language well to understand what hard work and professionalism was worth. Her numbers were always balanced, she was fast, efficient and of course always first to complete her workload. Needless to say, her colleagues were not as impressed as her supervisor.
Shortly thereafter, my mom was promoted to Head Cash. Although getting to work was challenging and her colleagues were not friendly, my mom worked hard for us. After I came along my mom decided that it was best to stay home for a couple of years to take care of my brother and I. Not surprisingly, by then she had made many friends and was sorely missed at the bank.
Still to this day she tells me her manager said “Lai Ling you have such a clear mind” and that she got ahead in life because she didn’t waste her time and energy with things as silly as gossip.”
Today I celebrate my mom, the most intelligent, loving and selfless woman I know.
Happy Mothers Day, I love you.
P.S. Summer-Reid and I stomping around the city in our Adidas Superstars and matching jean dresses. We spent yesterday shopping, eating and laughing in style. I hope when she is my age she will remember some of the stories that I tell her.