It was going to be a girl's day out. First a little shopping for clothes (always, always fun) and then lunch. I found the cutest little shirt and pants for Sophie and we headed up to the fifth floor to have lunch. In the elevator, Sophie fell asleep and I was looking forward to being able to really enjoy and take my time eating lunch. While I waited for my food, I spent my time people watching. It is summer vacation here in Japan, so there were lots of Moms with their children. Their were also a lot of Grandmothers enjoying the day with their daughters and grandkids. That is when it hit me like a ton of bricks. Crushing me, making me wish I had brought a book to read. Something, anything to take away the sudden rush of homesickness.
Having lived in Japan for going on eight years, that feeling is not new. But, this homesickness was not for a place or a food or TV. It was for my Mom, pure and simple. I wanted to be eating lunch with Mom, picking out Sophie's clothes together, wondering at the mysteries of Japan, and just knowing that she was there. My Mom is like a rock, steady and strong even when she doesn't think that she is. I just to flinch when I did something "like Mom" but now I want my kids to have the kind of childhood I had. Rich in love, and although not always easy, and overall happy. This is due in large part to my Mom along with other family members and friends. No one is perfect, we all make mistakes but it is what you do with those mistakes that matter. How you learn, how you grow, how you change. Mom does all of those things beautifully.
Basically, what it boils down to, is this:
Mom, you got a little time now all the work is done,
Get yourself over here and let's have some fun.