This is how we roll: Nozomi riding in the Ergo Baby Carrier in Kamakura. |
I have a few friends in the US with babies close to her age. However, it's probably too cold in Nebraska or Minnesota to go for a stroller ride, so I'm pretty sure those fussy babies get to ride around in a Toyota Camry. It's just one of the many differences of being a parent in Japan vs. average town Midwest.
On Friday I needed to get out of the house, so I put Nozomi in my ergo baby carrier, tossed her diapers in
the backpack, and caught a train to go to playgroup. There were about 15 ladies and their babies at playgroup. As I talked to the other mothers I learned that I was the only American. There were women from Japan, Singapore, Taiwan, Australia, Russia, etc. Nearly every baby had parents from two different countries. It's fascinating to meet these other woman and tell stories about our babies. It's also interesting to learn the cultural differences in child rearing. I'm also starting to use words like nappies instead of diapers and dummies instead of pacifier.
On a happier day: Nozomi in her polar bear suit is ready to go "bye-bye." |
Many of the other American moms live in the more foreign/American neighborhood. There are lots of foreigners in our ward, but they are from China or Korea. Besides, if we lived in the "American" neighborhood, we'd be missing out on experiencing Japanese culture and that is a huge part of being a missionary.
Some days I just long for a conversation with another Lutheran Missionary Pastor's Wife who is a SAHM living in Tokyo with a 3 month old...but I'm pretty sure that I am the only one. I just remind myself that one of the reasons we are missionaries is for our daughter. We want her to be a global citizen. We want her to speak multiple languages and have adventures. We want her to have friends on every continent. We want her to cherish differences and see things from a different perspective. We want her to see that God is everywhere and in everybody.