Play groups. Honestly I do not know what they are called in the United States of America but here in our city there are play groups. Groups of moms getting together so their kids can play. Sounds simple. Sounds lovely. Sounds normal somehow, as though the things we give up to live here can somehow be attained. A new play group started today.
Here are my top ten things that make play group and getting to play group unique.
1. A beautiful Australian Hippie with waist long dreadlocks runs play group.
2. While arriving play group we are welcomed by a troop of monkeys. They are still there when we leave so Beautiful Hippie Mommy chases them with a sling shot but one decides to attack back. It becomes a hustle to get everyone away so rabid shots are not a part of today's play group's events. Bared Monkey Teeth rate as very very scary. Very.
3. My children and I arrive and leave in a three wheeled vehicle with no sides. Yes a mom in this city has dropped a child out the side. I have yet to do so and my kids complain I hold them too tight.
4. We are three moms and represent three countries.
5. Our toddlers count in two languages.
6. On the way to play group through a metropolis we count tractors, see huge bulls with sharpened horns roaming the streets, and in the matter of a minute see at least a dozen different types of transport (I do not mean different types of cars I mean
tongas,
rickshaws,
bikes,
cars,
school buses of the bicycle variety,
trolleys carts selling wares,
scooters,
motorcycles,
auto rickshaws, auto pick ups, auto long bed trailers,
trucks,
tractors,
steamrollers,
strange three wheeled vans,
buses,
mopeds, and the list could go on)
7. 100 degree weather with high humidity almost pushes "fun" play group into torture.
8. My child declares that when he grows up he wants to be an auto rickshaw driver. Last week he wanted to grow up and take care of Zana. This week play group has opened his eyes to a vista of future job opportunities including being a driver.
9. We stick a dummy in a baby's mouth (a pacifier in down under speak)
10. Our snack includes all you can eat mangoes!
Play groups have been an integral part of my life in this city. The British woman who ran the play group I first attended saved my life while I languished in postpartum crisis. Now I am in a new group and we shall see the fruit of the labors of this lovely mommy who is willing to allow my children play with her child's toys, stick glue on her craft table and slobber down mangoes.
Here are my top ten things that make play group and getting to play group unique.
1. A beautiful Australian Hippie with waist long dreadlocks runs play group.
2. While arriving play group we are welcomed by a troop of monkeys. They are still there when we leave so Beautiful Hippie Mommy chases them with a sling shot but one decides to attack back. It becomes a hustle to get everyone away so rabid shots are not a part of today's play group's events. Bared Monkey Teeth rate as very very scary. Very.
3. My children and I arrive and leave in a three wheeled vehicle with no sides. Yes a mom in this city has dropped a child out the side. I have yet to do so and my kids complain I hold them too tight.
4. We are three moms and represent three countries.
5. Our toddlers count in two languages.
6. On the way to play group through a metropolis we count tractors, see huge bulls with sharpened horns roaming the streets, and in the matter of a minute see at least a dozen different types of transport (I do not mean different types of cars I mean
tongas,
rickshaws,
bikes,
cars,
school buses of the bicycle variety,
trolleys carts selling wares,
scooters,
motorcycles,
auto rickshaws, auto pick ups, auto long bed trailers,
trucks,
tractors,
steamrollers,
strange three wheeled vans,
buses,
mopeds, and the list could go on)
7. 100 degree weather with high humidity almost pushes "fun" play group into torture.
8. My child declares that when he grows up he wants to be an auto rickshaw driver. Last week he wanted to grow up and take care of Zana. This week play group has opened his eyes to a vista of future job opportunities including being a driver.
9. We stick a dummy in a baby's mouth (a pacifier in down under speak)
10. Our snack includes all you can eat mangoes!
Play groups have been an integral part of my life in this city. The British woman who ran the play group I first attended saved my life while I languished in postpartum crisis. Now I am in a new group and we shall see the fruit of the labors of this lovely mommy who is willing to allow my children play with her child's toys, stick glue on her craft table and slobber down mangoes.
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