I am so thankful for my mom, Yoshi. She is a hard-working lady, who raised three little girls all by herself in a foreign land— foreign to her and far away from family. I am grateful for the love she gave and the sacrifices she made to provide a home and even extra things that we might be blessed. She is an amazing seamstress, who was once given a commendation by a USMC general, and even though we couldn’t afford the latest fashions, she provided us with beautiful clothes. I am grateful for her love for God and for passing on her faith, as well as some of her Okinawan heritage.
Mom, thank you for putting up with me and showing tremendous amounts of grace and love during my teenage years— like the time I pretended to run away. I’m sorry I scared you and put you through unnecessary turmoil. Thank you for the stuffed animal tiger you gave me for Christmas one year— the one that looks like Hobbs; it showed how much you knew me, and to be known is to be loved. Thank you for being there for me and being so supportive. Thank you for tucking me in at night two summers ago when I visited, because no matter how old we get, there’s still a little girl inside each of us, and it made me feel so loved. Thanks, Mom… And thank you, Lord, for my mommy.