It’s all in the details

The world is a small place. Tokyo is modern and doesn’t feel that foreign. It reminds me a little bit of Seoul and New York. Yesterday we visited the center city – Shibuya crossing which is like the Times Square of Tokyo, and Ginza, which is like New York’s 5th Avenue.

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So far, Japan feels kind of like the US but dare I say better and more convenient in little ways. It’s all in the details. For example the public restroom stalls here are equipped with a baby seat so that mommies can go to the bathroom too. It’s the little conveniences like this that really get me.

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Plus, everything is clean. The subways are orderly. People actually line up to get on the trains and I haven’t seen any pushing. Everyone is so polite and civilized. And it seems like there is a culture of consciousness about the environment and conservation which I am impressed by. Japan, you are looking good.

Be still my heart

This Proctor & Gamble Olympics commercial just tugs at my heart strings! I especially love the opening scene of the chubby lil baby legs kicking because that’s what Sienna does when she’s excited.

Now that I’m a mommy I can relate to some of those overbearing obsessed-with-my-child mom stereotypes. I’m talking about Barbara Streisand in the movie “The Road Trip” who leaves her son a zillion voice messages per day about nothing in particular. Who falls asleep watching old home videos of when he was small. “If all the kids in the world were lined up and I could only pick one kid for myself, it would always be you.” Who is simply overjoyed when her son asks her to take a road trip with her cross country. Who believes in him wholeheartedly no matter what a failure he believes he is. Who, at the end of the road trip with her son, says, “that was the best week of my life.”

Even though she’s been around for almost 10 months and I know she’s mine for at least another 17 years or more, I still feel giddy after work when I turn the corner into my neighborhood, open the garage door, and get ready to give my sweet sweet sienna a big hug! Lately I’ve been living for those “I’m excited” leg kicks and flapping arms and of course that now-with-almost-4-teeth Sienna smile!

The other day Husband and I were talking about what we want for Sienna. What will she grow up to be? Who will she become? What if she is… Fill in the blank. What I said was that it doesn’t really matter to me. And I meant it. I will love her no matter what, unconditionally, with all my heart. I want her to do what makes her happy. While I once thought I might be a tiger mom, I realized that I am just not that person! Haha 🐯

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Normal day

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.

a poem by Mary Jo Irions