Last night we watched Babies the documentary. I’ve been wanting to see it since I was pregnant with Daisy. Oh my gosh. So much cute-ness. I feel like I learned a lot too.
Four babies, throughout their first year of life, were filmed. America, Mongolia, Africa and Japan. The Japan baby, Mari, was especially fun to watch because my husband grew up in Japan. We saw some old places he used to go and he could tell me what they were saying. The way the Japanese baby and the American babies were raised was worlds different from the African and Mongolian babies. I’m not saying better, just different. Holy cow, how cute is the Mongolian baby?
Anyway, the Japanese baby seemed to get really smart really fast. Her motor skills were insane for so young! You could tell that the toys and games they got for her were designed for that. No wonder the Japanese are so damn smart! Oh my gosh, I almost cried when she stood up for the first time!
The American baby was raised in San Fransisco and her mom kind of got on my nerves. I’m called a hippie and lot (I really don’t like being called that but whatever- it’s like a someone calling a black person a… well, you get the idea) But she was annoyingly crunch-tastic and it just seemed like she was trying too hard. “Mother earth will take care of us!!” Come on. Anyway, her baby seemed to develop personality and social skills really quickly. She was like Daisy, in that she was very expressive early on. CUTE.
The Mongolian baby… OMG I could just stick him in my purse and take him home with me. They have kind of “hands off approach” to their kids… Which, doesn’t freak me out as badly because they lived in a wide open, green space. The kid’s brother kept picking on him which was kind of cute. And seeing him interact with the animals and reluctantly learning to walk was adorable. And holy cow, the mom, right after birth, hops on a motorcycle with baby and husband and rides home… UHHH…… But seriously, I loved this kid. He seemed the most aware and perceptive of the babies.
The African baby…. OH MY GOSH. This is why he freaked me out… The germ-a-phobe in me had the seriously close my eyes at a couple of parts. AHH DON’T PUT THAT ANIMAL BONE YOU FOUND ON THE GROUND IN YOUR MOUTH….. OH MY GOSH DON’T EAT THAT ROCK….. And the flies… and the dirt… I’m not disrespecting how these people live. It’s just so other worldly to me. I freak out with a stranger touches Daisy in a store… This little baby was carried around by kids not much older than him, chewing on rocks and bones, cleaned with spit, flies everywhere, crawling up to dogs and playing in their mouths, no adults in sight most of the time. However, it was obvious that he was VERY loved by a lot of people. That was beautiful. He was definitely the most self-sufficient out of the bunch… Whew. Very eye-opening indeed.
I was watching the African and Mongolian babies and thinking “I know I’m freaking out over how ‘on their own’ they are- but I’m sure other people around the world are watching the American baby and freaking out over different things too.” Like, OH MY GOSH THIS KID HAS NO COMMUNITY! HOW DOES ONE WOMAN RAISE THIS CHILD!! THIS BABY HAS NO CULTURE!! THIS BABY HAS NO IMMUNE SYSTEM BUILT UP!! AHH THAT MOM JUST KEEPS HOVERING!!
I think I learned I could stand to be a little more hands off with Daisy. She needs to learn to work through things herself. She won’t be chewing animal bones anytime soon… But I think more independent play and exploration might be good for her. Back up a little mama-maranda.
Really, it was a precious movie and you all should see it ❤