Mother and daughter
Ono Karori
With the summer solstice just around the corner, the COSMIC WONDER "Dream of White Light" exhibition began on June 11th.
The experiment involves choosing a favorite color of dye from a white garment and completing it into a garment.
Your own color emerges from a completely new place.
The exhibition will continue until the 19th, so please come and see it if you have the chance.
My favorite this season is the striped silk-cotton dream shirt dress, hand-woven from South Indian silk and cotton dyed with Ryukyu indigo.
The delicate, light garment was elegant, and I put on this brand new dress and went to Yufuin, Oita in early June to celebrate my mother's retirement.
Combined with the comfortable clothing, it felt like the whole trip was in a dream state.
It was my first reunion with my mother in a year, and our first trip together.
He often talks about his memories from when he was little.
My mother said she felt a weight lifted off her shoulders after retiring from the company she had worked for for 27 years.
It was also a great joy for my daughter to see the look of satisfaction on her face at this turning point.
When I was a child, I used to think my mother looked cool when she came to pick me up from nursery school wearing her hair slicked back and a suit.
I still have a distant memory of wearing my mother's big pumps, making noise as I walked, and pretending to be a career woman.
I can't remember the taste of my mother's cooking, but she is a strong woman who works full-time and is always active even on holidays.
There were times when I felt lonely and that they were harsh, but I believe they always showered me with love.
Although not everything about her was like the mother I aspired to be, now that I'm a parent I've come to realize that I want to do for my own children the things she did for me.
Our relationship as mother and daughter will remain the same, but my daughter has grown up and gotten married, and now has children of her own.
When I was living alone in Tokyo, my mother was a big presence and I felt relieved when I returned to my parents' house, but at some point that feeling disappeared, and the place I felt at home in became my present place, and my children became the ones who supported me. I became truly independent quite late, and I think I was finally able to leave my parents when I realized there were things I needed to protect.
Meanwhile,
"Was this what your mother was like...?"
"Did I really talk this much?"
I break a wine glass during the meal, drink grappa at the bar, and then go home and doze off on the sofa watching YouTube at full volume.
This trip allowed me to see a different side of my mother than I had seen her before she turned 18. It was funny to see how my daughter seemed to be acting more like a responsible adult.
Is this because my mother is getting older?
Is it because I'm getting older?
Is it a combination of both?
I felt the passage of time and the changes in each of them.
We live our lives playing different roles within the relationships of the places to which we belong.
The day I wanted to know how a woman lives her life apart from that of a mother.
Even though we have known each other for decades, it was a precious moment where we felt like we were face to face as one person.
He also realized that he needs this kind of time every once in a while, and that it's important to take days off from acting in order to work hard at his role, and he was grateful to his family for staying at home with him.
Ono Karori
