The dynamic between Chinese mothers and their American daughters is well explored. I don’t have any insight that hasn’t been expressed in an Amy Tan novel so I will not delve further except to express my gratitude that with my own mother from the Middle Kingdom her individual traits and personality outweigh some of the more restrictive cultural expectations.
The ferocity of her love manifested not in a highly regimented daily life or plans for my future carved in stone á la Amy Chua but in cultivating traits that would support a person no matter where she ended up. It was important to my mother that I experience an American childhood: summer camps of countless variety, slumber parties (where my friends were treated better than I ever was), school plays, etc. Whatever I was interested in, she found a way for me to explore it, spending a day at a Robin Hood event at Hammond Castle in Gloucester, MA for her medieval era fixated 10-year-old and checking out every book tangentially related to the middle ages from the library. Too bad for any other kid who wanted to read about knights and castles and kings and queens during the summer of 2002.