Visiting my grandbabies in Japan allowed me to spend a morning at nursery school with my grandson, Donny. Mama Emma arranged it so I could see what his day was like.
Here in Texas, we have tornado drills but in Japan, they do earthquake drills. It was impressive to watch these teachers grab a go-to bag with little helmets and packs. After putting the helmets on everyone each teacher then strapped a carrier to her back and placed a child in it. Then they held another child in front as they huddled on the floor. All of this took just a few moments to complete – it was a marvel to witness.
Outdoor time was a walk through town to a park nearby. Again, it was remarkable to watch the teachers maneuver the children and keep them safe. Each child had an orange cap placed on their head for easy identification and for the ‘walk’ they rode in what looked like a big laundry basket on wheels.
Playtime at the park was pure joy and filled with laughter, squeals, sand, bugs, and a snack. Although, not necessarily in that order.
When it was time for lunch I was invited to sit with Donny and share a taste of each dish the children were also having. Everything from the salmon to the soup and the green tea was delicious.
A delightful day getting to share ‘school’ with my grandson. It was a great bonding experience and I thoroughly enjoyed seeing how the local Japanese did things their way.
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