The Travelling Fairy DancerChildren from Far Far Away
July 23rd 2008 23:03
My friend recently gave birth to twin girls, who were conceived in Cambodia. Stories of chubby cheeked toddlers with shiny, chocolate skin running to greet my friends in the street had flowed from their mouths in a torrent of excited words after their holiday. The twins will now have a glamorous story to tell also, about the interesting way they came to be.
It got me thinking. How many of us have been conceived with the influence of exotic children from far away lands?
A child speaking French is an exquisite sound to the ears. A winter baby rugged up in a beanie and mittens looks adorable and Japanese girls with straight, black pigtails appear to be walking, talking porcelain dolls.
I've stood, fascinated, as a smiling baby ate a juicy mango at markets in Vanuatu. Circled by his banana selling family, he grinned with cheeky abandon as the fruit dribbled over his chin and onto the hands of an elderly female relative.
On a fishing village in the Maldives, two little girls followed me relentlessly, desperate for a glimpse inside my over-sized bag. I finally crouched down on the ground to show them and they oohed and ahhed in delight over lip gloss and my ipod, giggling with curious joy. As they patted the top of my blonde head, eyes round at the colour of my hair, I wanted to bottle their precious wonderment to take home.
I once stumbled upon a travelling German family in Italy, children swinging from makeshift slings on their parent's backs, curly blonde hair a stark contrast to their dark, olive skin. The tiny German boys ate everything from mushrooms to anchovies and gurgled contentedly in their unique language of part baby - part German.
While not yet ready to take on that sling myself, I do look forward to having my own travelling baby who speaks French, eats exotic food, laughs sweetly at all times, has perfect olive skin and shines with tropical inspired health!
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It got me thinking. How many of us have been conceived with the influence of exotic children from far away lands?
A child speaking French is an exquisite sound to the ears. A winter baby rugged up in a beanie and mittens looks adorable and Japanese girls with straight, black pigtails appear to be walking, talking porcelain dolls.
I've stood, fascinated, as a smiling baby ate a juicy mango at markets in Vanuatu. Circled by his banana selling family, he grinned with cheeky abandon as the fruit dribbled over his chin and onto the hands of an elderly female relative.
On a fishing village in the Maldives, two little girls followed me relentlessly, desperate for a glimpse inside my over-sized bag. I finally crouched down on the ground to show them and they oohed and ahhed in delight over lip gloss and my ipod, giggling with curious joy. As they patted the top of my blonde head, eyes round at the colour of my hair, I wanted to bottle their precious wonderment to take home.
I once stumbled upon a travelling German family in Italy, children swinging from makeshift slings on their parent's backs, curly blonde hair a stark contrast to their dark, olive skin. The tiny German boys ate everything from mushrooms to anchovies and gurgled contentedly in their unique language of part baby - part German.
While not yet ready to take on that sling myself, I do look forward to having my own travelling baby who speaks French, eats exotic food, laughs sweetly at all times, has perfect olive skin and shines with tropical inspired health!
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