The Love Language That is a Japanese Bento Box
I’ll never forget the joy of receiving a bento box from my mom
I was cleaning out my room, when I came across an old childhood journal. And like most big room clean outs, it soon became a trip down memory lane.
I thought I’d just find cute entries of carefree days spent outside with friends, but instead I was reminded of a life that didn’t feel like all sunshine and rainbows. Changing schools and having no close friends at first, being overweight, and being the token Asian in a very white community was not always easy. Oh right, children experience intense emotions too.
We tend to see children as happy beings — joyful and worry-free individuals whose biggest problems in life tend to be getting the wrong (ie. not your favorite) color calculator for math class, or getting seated next to the funny-smelling kid during the school assembly. It’s supposedly easier to make friends, they don’t have the responsibilities of an adult, and the big life questions — such as what is the purpose of life — don’t need serious consideration.
A life of innocent childhood bliss, right? But I was reminded that just because we’re young, doesn’t mean our emotional experiences aren’t as valid.
