The past week I am holed up at my in law’s home in Itami, Japan. I continue to await the birth of my first child. My in-laws are ready. I am ready. My wife is more than ready. I feel as if I am sitting on the tarmac ready for a life to take off.
My former colleague’s are back in their home countries or seeing the world. I know of teachers that are visiting Tuscany, Java, Machu Picchu, and Istanbul. I kind of envy them.
To combat boredom, I do yoga daily. I play the ukulele. I walk. I take in the sunsets over the Kansai hills. I read, drink lots of coffee and scour social media. I vacuum, wear slippers, eat Japanese, watch World Cup highlights (the games are on too early over here) sleep on a tatami and lift weights. I research Itami’s history. I play ball with the family’s or neighborhood kids and they all laugh at my horrible Japanese comprehension.
I rub my wife’s feet quite often.
I miss my work. I miss my home. I miss my Massachusetts family and friends. I miss being able to communicate without a care. I am out of my element and need to stay calm. I am helpless.
It is becoming more and more clear that my wife needs to have a cesarean section. We are both coming to terms on what surgery means. We talk each night about our hopes and fears for the kid. We commiserate over our present difficulties. We try to stay positive and upbeat. We cannot wait to raise a kid together. We have to trust that everything will be ok. Blog postings like this help.
I guess that these days are training for all that will be out of my control in the coming years. There is nothing much of importance that I can do at this time but wait and stay busy. I try to think deeply and plan a better world for my son and my wife. That is all that I really am doing the moment.
Any advice or words of encouragement would be greatly appreciated.