My mom — affectionately known as Momma Chan on-air — is a petite powerhouse. At just 5-feet-tall and 95 pounds, she can effortlessly command a room.
Growing up, my mom had a lot on her plate. She was a full-time professional interior designer and master renovator — and still managed to be a devoted mother to three children.
She threw us into sports (I was the competitive figure skater and my brothers were competitive hockey players). And while we worked hard on the ice, we also played hard. We were disciplined, little soldiers who did as we were told — well, most of the time.
As a child, I couldn’t get away with anything — whether it was sneaking chocolate into the backseat of the car or goofing off with my friends at the ice rink when I was supposed to be practicing my jumps.
She was a tiger mom before the term was coined. And, while I wasn’t thrilled about it back then, I’m so thankful now. My childhood lessons of discipline and focus taught me the value of hard work, and the importance of being self-motivated and goal oriented as an adult. For that, I am forever grateful.
