When I was about to start writing a piece for my blog this morning, the door bell rang. That was my father. He brougnt some food to me. He said, "How have you been?" "Same as usual." I replied.
Since my voice was a little husky, he asked, "Do you have a cold? Are you okay?" I said with a smile, "I have a touch of cold, indeed. But that's not serious. You don't have to worry about it. Thank you."

He said, "Your mother attends a meeting in the neigborhood. So I thought that I would visit your place for a little talk. And I have to deliver these items." He showed some packed curry & soup to me. "Someone sent them to us yesterday. Those looked delicious. We thought your family should have them."

We talked a few hours. He talked about my mother, brother, sister, and my niece & nephew. I talked about my family, like, "My husband is too busy to sleep well." or "My son & daughter is always fighting over little things."...

He listened to me with a big smile on his face. He might remember some events in my childhood. Although I am already late 30s, I am still a girl for him. Now that I am a mother of two children, I understand his feelings. Even if my son & daughter become fine adults, probably I will see them as tiny little cute children. I will remember his crying face or her angry face in their childhood.

After talking, he stood up and said, "Take care. You'd better get rid of your cold ASAP. You are a mother. If you are laid up with a cold, your children won't be able to eat anything."
"I know. I will be careful not to make my cold worse. I promise."
"Okay, good." He left my house contentedly. I waved good-bye to my father outside the front door. I thought we should talk like this once in a while. He is my father and I am his daughter. We cannot change the truth now and for the rest of our lives. Thank you for visiting my place, Dad. Take care!




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It was a parents' visiting day this Sunday. My husband, daughter & I went to the elementary school and watched my son sing songs & play the Pianica (keyboard harmonica). Their performances are really excellent. I was very prond of my son.

My son was given a compensatory day off (Dai-kyu) the next day. He seemed so happy ever since morning. "You don't have to go to school today. Is that why you are that happy?", I asked him. He replied, "I don't have to go to school. That's one of the reasons I am happy. But the best thing for me is the fact that we, I mean, Mom & I, are all alone after my sister goes to kindergarten."

He continued.
"We are all alone, two alone, Mom! If we go out for shopping, it's like a date! Sounds so fun! I'm so happy to have a date with you."

Then we drove to the shopping center in the neighborhood. While we were shopping, my son wanted to hold hands with me. I said, "Your classmates might see us walking hand in hand. Is that all rigth with you? Don't you feel ashamed?" He said, "I don't care. Because I'm so sure EVERYONE loves their mom. I'm not ashamed or embarrassed at all if someone sees us holding hands happily."
Walking along the aisles between the shops, he was singing, like, ♪ Two alone, it's so fun! Two alone, it's so fun! ♪

Every day, he can't keep his mom to himself, since his sister is always beside his mom. I realized how lonely he feels when he have to share his mom's love with his own sister.

I put my arm around his shoulder and said, "I love you the best, my dear." He smiled happily and said, "I love you the best, Mom, of course!"

Our first date was so fabulous. I thought it's a good thing to have a date like this once in a while. I decided to try to find such oppotunities in the future. I know he won't walk side by side with me if he becomes a junior high school student. How many more dates can we have until then? We don't have much time, we're running out of time.



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Continued from the previous article.

My son was eating some Tamago-yaki at the table. I urged him, like, "You'd better leave now. Your friends must be waiting for you."

There is a little park near my house. Some students gather there and the leader (Hancho-san) is supposed to take other students to the school every morning.

I don't know why, but I have to go to the park to see off my son every morning. I thought he was grown up enough to go there by himself. So I tried many times to persuade him to go alone. But he always replied, "I want you to come with me, Mom. I feel so lonely among senior students." "You're 8. You're not a baby anymore." "I'm not a baby, indeed, But I am a child, you know. I'm not that grown up yet. Please!"

Most of students of the squad gathered together already. He ran to the group and I followed after him. Once he joined the team, he didn't look back to me. Then they started to walk to school. "Be careful!" I called to him, still he didn't turn around at all. He was just marching forward with others. Apparently, he felt ashamed of being seen off by his mom. If he thinks so, he should stop asking me to come with him. But he don't... why?

He belongs to two groups. He belongs to my family, at the same time, he belongs to his school. He has two faces and he uses each of them in different ways depending on the situation.

Staring at his back, I thought he had grown up 'a little bit'.



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My daugether wakes in a good mood. Yes, she is a good riser. So am I. Maybe she inherited the nature from her mother, me.
On the other hand, my husband & son are really poor risers. They always wake in a bad temper. They are dull-eyed and move so slowly in the morning. Probably my son inherited the nature from..., you know.

This morning, my daughter tried to put her clothes on by herself as usual. I thought it was so hard for her to button her blouse, but she wouldn't let me help it. When I tried to help her, she said, "Leave me alone! I'll do it myself. BECAUSE I'm already a kindergartener!"

In the meantime, my son sat on the sofa and gazed blankly at TV. "First of all, you'd better go to the bathroom. The clock is ticking," I said.
"Yeah, I have to pee." He stood up from the sofa in a leisurely manner and walked to the bathroom with drowsy eyes.

My daughter kept trying to dress herself. Suddenly I heard a voice shouting, "I can't get dressed! I can't go to kindergarten in this condition!"
When I looked at her, she was struggling with her blouse, whose sleeve was turned inside out, so she couldn't put her arm into the sleeve well.
"Calm down, okay? I can handle this." said I, and I put things right for her.

After returning from the bathroom, my son sat again on the sofa. He woudln't try to get dressed by himself. He waited for me to dress him. I said, "I am your mother, indeed. But does that mean I'm supposed to dress you up every morning? You're already a second grader. You are 8 now. Why don't you get dressed all by youself, dear?"
"Because I am too lazy to do it myself. You can help me, Mom, It's your job, isn't it? I'm sure you really love me, so I don't think it's so hard for you."

"You love me." Is this a telling phrase or something?
What followed must be left to the imagination of readers...



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