A few days before Motherâs Day I came across this photo in my momâs photo album. Although, taken a few(ahem) years ago, I still remember telling my mom that I had to dress up for Sunday School for her âMotherâs Day surprise cardâ (Iâm much better at keeping surprises/secrets now though).
A few memorable Motherâs Day moments for me are from my first one as a mom. Â Two weeks before this Mother’s Day, we had pictures taken of three generations-my mom, my daughter(6 months old), and I. On Mother’s Day, my daughter sat up by herself for the very first time! My parents also drove 40 minutes to my house to hand deliver their first Motherâs Day card to me. We had my mom and mother-in-law over the day before to celebrate them, but my mom insisted on handing it to me on the actual day.
Motherâs Day is also observed in Japan. In 1914, Christian missionaries introduced the second Sunday in May holiday. During WWII, the Japanese government briefly halted this celebration due to it being a western tradition. But now it is celebrated with cards of thanks and carnations are a favorite for this holiday because it is a sweet, enduring flower-like a motherâs love.
This was the second Motherâs Day without my mom, yet I still woke up with the notion to call her and then felt the now familiar ache in my heart when I realized I couldnât.
I still have many moments like that, especially after Iâve discussed her book with a class or read an email from readers who say the main character Yuriko, is an inspiration to them. Iâd like to share one of these recent moments:
Mrs. Park, a wonderful teacher at Cheatham Elementary School in Springfield, Tennessee, wrote me to say that her class read The Last Cherry Blossom, and enjoyed it. Not only that but, they had received a grant from the Dollar General Corporation, and they chose to buy a hard cover copy of TLCB for 125 Fifth Graders with this grant!! I nearly fell off my chair when I heard that-what an honor. If that wasnât enough, she shared the various projects they did in relation to my novel. Here are a few of them: they learned to write their name in Japanese. I hate to admit this, but I didnât know how to do that, until my daughter recently showed me.(I also canât cook rice on the stove without over or under cooking it.My mother loved teasing me about this-but thatâs what we have rice cookers for, right?) đ The class learned about tea ceremonies, and how to use chopsticks.
But what made my heart melt, was when they told me they made origami flowers in honor of my mom for Motherâs Day!
I, of course, wanted to meet and thank this wonderful teacher along with her fantastic students. I arranged a Skype visit with the entire fifth grade class. My biggest Skype assembly yet! I’m very grateful to Mrs. Park for choosing The Last Cherry Blossom and the time she put in developing a lesson plan around it in the midst of standardized testing.
Visiting with students/readers is one of my favorite things about being an author. Iâm so grateful for programs like Skype and Zoom that allow me to virtually visit schools that I canât physically visit because of pain or monetary cost.
The awe I felt when I visited with Mrs. Park and her class reminded me of my momâs feelings when I showed her the publication contract for my book. She was completely amazed and wondered why anyone would want to read a book based on events in her life. I hope that she looks down from heaven and she now can see why her story is important. That by talking about what she went through on August 6th can make a difference in the way people may view nuclear weapons. Readers can learn that she and other children in Japan had the same hopes, fears, and dreams as the Allied children had.
Each of us have had a mother or a mother figure in our lives that has given us an example of strength that goes beyond expectations. It happens even in the most mundane tasks that are done for the ones we love. Because some days the ordinary tasks can take extraordinary effort to push through any emotional or physical pain. It wasnât just the fact that my mother survived the bombing that made her strong (although definitely a big part of it), but that she fought through her emotional pain so she could love and take care of me, and later my daughter. She risked opening her heart to love again, despite her constant fear of a loved one suddenly being taken from her.
Iâve been having more bad pain days then good, but on Motherâs Day I had a wonderful day with my daughter who introduced me to her new favorite drink-Boba. For those of you who donât know what Boba is (and I was one of them), Boba (also known as bubble tea) is a Taiwanese cold tea drink. It comes in coffee or fruit flavors. The bubble is the tapioca balls at the bottom of the drink. It tasted okay, but sipping a drink and then having to chew the tapioca bubbles confused the senses. Or at least confused mine đ. But it was fun to try something new. The best part was knowing she still loved having our mom/daughter days even though sheâs a junior in college. It has become one of my new favorite Motherâs Day moments.
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