Shopping with Mom at Night

During the winter, which was the off-season for farming, my mother worked part-time at a fish wholesaler.

My junior high school was closer to my mother's workplace than to our home, so when I didn't feel like walking back up that hill after club activities, I would sometimes go to her workplace.

I suppose I was in the middle of my rebellious teenage years, but come to think of it, I remember that I never actually rebelled against my mother.

And so, I would wait in the break room, where they let me rest until my mother finished her shift.

✅ Shopping on the way home

As an aside, my mother's break room was what you'd call a women's room, and I was well-liked by all the aunties there. (Just an aside)

It became a routine to wait there, snacking on things like mandarin oranges, and then go shopping at the local supermarket on the way home with my mother once she finished work.

This was because I, a junior high student, needed a bento every day, and we would pick out side dishes for my lunch together.

I had forgotten about it until now, but I suddenly remembered that scene.

I remember that my mother seemed happy whenever I chose my favorite side dishes for my bento.

✅ Applied to my own parenting

What was so shocking that it made me forget those days was that my mother passed away when I was 50 years old.

I believe it was my second year of marriage (around age 26 at the time).

My mother had always said she wanted to see her grandchildren, and she looked forward to it so much that it became a bit of pressure on my wife, but she passed away without ever getting to see them.

I never thought that I would later become a stay-at-home dad and raise children myself.

However, even though I had forgotten about my junior high days spent with my mother, I ended up doing the same things with my own daughter and son while raising them.

On my way home from work, I would pick them up from daycare and go shopping for dinner side dishes with the kids.

It perfectly overlapped with the image of my mother and me shopping together.

I didn't realize it while I was in the thick of raising my children, but when writing this article, I suddenly realized the connection.

✅ Summary

It was my mother who taught me the brightness of living and the joy of life.

That is why I believe that even when I became depressed, the desire to get better without being conscious of death never faded away.

Moreover, thanks to my mother, I was able to pour love into my children.

Although my mother is no longer here, she lives on within my philosophy and my heart.

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