Jun 25, 2010

The land of water fountains and sparkly roads

If you are reading this blog from the U.S., you might not be aware of how blessed you are.  As my children pointed out to me on the day we re-entered the country, there are some cool perks to living in the U.S. that you might not be aware of or if you are aware of them, that you might take for granted.  

Simple pleasures of the U.S.

Two of my adorable nephews

Exhibit A:  water fountains 

kid:  "Momma, what is that shiny silver thing with the button and what are people doing when they stand over it?"
Me: "That's a water fountain."
kid:  "What?  I don't see any water?"
me:  "The water comes out when you push the button and it makes a fountain that you drink from."
kid:  "But do you have to bleach it first?"
me:  "No, it comes out clean and cool and all you have to do is push the button and drink it."
kid:  "WOW.  Can I try it?"

From that point on, we stopped at every water fountain we saw and they took turns drinking from the shiny, metallic fountain of purified h2o.  Clean water is a simple pleasure that I did not fully appreciate until I moved to the D.R.

Exhibit B: sparkly roads

kid:  "MOM!  You never told me that they put sparkles in the roads here!"
me:  "What are you talking about?"
kid:  "Look at the road. It looks like they added glitter in when they made it."
me:  "Oh, ya.  A special type of rock is mixed in and that is what makes it sparkle."
kid:  "It is so beautiful and I wish we had sparkly roads like that in the Dominican."

So the next time you are on the highway, take a good look at those sparkly roads and consider that you live in a country laced with comforts and smile knowing that you are blessed.

Jun 24, 2010

from hammock to treadmill

Entering the U.S. after having been away for a few years is like being flipped out of a hammock onto a treadmill.  Upon re-entry, our brains are suddenly cluttered with the conversations around us that we can understand.  Everything is smooth and shiny here and it feels like everyone has been given a shot of adrenaline.  There is a real sense of "rushing" that greets you once you've passed the customs booths.

No sooner had we stepped onto the moving sidewalks in the Miami airport had we realized, "Toto, we're not in the Dominican anymore."  Our children had absolutely no concept of a slow lane and fast lane on the moving sidewalk and were oblivious to the pressure of the annoyed and hurried people who pressed in around them.  The contrast between the unhurried pace of the DR and the hyper busy pace of the U.S. was clearly defined in this moment, and Jon and I smiled at each other in acknowledgement that this time calls for a switching of gears for us.  Let's pray we can do this gracefully.

Jun 8, 2010

A little bit of time, a little bit of creativity and a WHOLE LOT OF POOP

The crib had to be disassembled, taken outside and hosed off.
The mattress scoured.  Febreezed.
The sheets, blanket, clothing and stuffed animal bleached.
The walls wiped down.
The floor scrubbed. Mopped.
A good smelling candle lit.
The baby - her eyelashes, ears, armpits, between her toes, all neck rolls, and every last curl - showered.

The pictures really do not do the scene justice.  It was difficult to hold my breath and get a good angle to capture the extent of the pamper carnage.  You get the idea.