My mom just showed us these pictures. It is her. I really love these pictures.
I don't love how foreign it feels to me. I don't love how even more foreign it must feel to my kids. It makes me all teary. Sometimes ideas float in my head about how I can make this less foreign, but then the day to day stuff takes priority. I mean, I drive a Toyota. Eva has Hello Kitty sheets. We eat a lot of Japanese food. Maybe I can start making peace signs every time I pose for a picture. I know I have way bigger worries in my life. But I just don't like how this part of me is kind of just slipping away. I thought I would teach my kids Japanese (along with a bajillion other things I thought I would teach them), but sometimes it feels like they don't even listen to me in one language. So why throw in another? And doing something about it, well, that would be adding just another thing to my list of not-done-yets...
