Sunday, May 26, 2013

Barrier-Breakers: Transcending Spoken Language

A few weeks ago when we announced the upcoming cultural opportunity of hosting four 14-year-old Japanese boys in our home, our children couldn't hide their nervousness about having foreigners in our midst...

"Will they sleep in my bed?...What if we can't understand them? What if they take my toys?..What if they mess up my Legos?...What if they don't know how to flush the toilet?"

I admit that I had a few worries of my own..."What if they don't like our food?...What if one of them gets sick?...Do Japanese teenagers dare each other to sneak out late at night?...What if they don't speak much English?"

Now that they have come and gone, I can proudly share that our heart-warming memories far outweighed our worries. In fact, the only legit worry was that they indeed spoke very little English and could understand just a few of our words.



So, I got to thinking...Language neurons are only a small section of our brains, but boy did we discover their significance when Nozomi, Takahito, Raigo, and Shinya were here.



When people grow up in different parts of the world, or maybe just down the street, their brain cells that are responsible for speech align to learn whatever language is spoken in their individual household. As the years roll on, the mouth not only learns how to form sounds specific to certain languages (or not) but also figures out when to use them to communicate needs and wants and observations and feelings. Unused neurons are eventually pruned away to make room for stronger and more efficient communication connections with the neurons that are in highest demand.

I learned this last week that most of my Japanese-speaking neurons are long gone. The Japanese language uses sounds that our English-speaking mouths could only produce if we were clearing our throats or yawning. We also learned that "Smith" is probably a little less common of a last name over Japan...the 'sm' and 'th' sounds seemed unpronounceable by born and raised Japanese tongues. Our visitors felt way more comfortable calling me 'Amy.'

Does any one else get goose bumps when contemplating the parenting significance of this neuro-scientific phenomenon?

Anyways...We realized pretty quickly that even though we wondered what their families were like and what they wanted to be when they grew up, carrying on a conversation much beyond 'hello,' 'good-night,' and 'thank you' was out of the question.

On a few occasions, I needed to find out some important information like, "Do you want to eat pizza for dinner?"

Their eyes would narrow as they paid such close attention to the movement of my lips. After a few minutes of exchanging Japanese words amongst themselves, clearly trying to decode and jointly agree upon what I was saying, I resorted to pulling a picture of a pizza up on the computer and started miming what we normally do with it.

And thank goodness for the Internet...we discovered that our favorite Friday night meal (pizza) was not their idea of a yummy dinner at all. I then wisely used Google Translate to ask them what they wanted for dinner instead of pizza.

After several more minutes of contemplating the correct American word...Nozomi, the elected spokesman, slowly and bravely uttered, "Hom-bur-ger."

"Oh, hamburger!" I repeated.

"Yes!" they all said together. Our eyes shared a mutual excitement and we exchanged a round of high-fives...not because we were thrilled to eat hamburgers for dinner, but because we had successfully skirted around our stubborn native language neurons that threatened to keep us from understanding each other. (When the excitement died down, I Googled 'image of hamburger' just to confirm that we were truly all on the same page. phew)

<Google Translate became our go to app for the weekend. But even then, we got some pretty confused looks sometimes. I wonder what we told them on a few occasions...>

Despite the huge language barrier that sat like an elephant in the room for four days, we creative humans used the rest of our brains to find alternative ways of socializing and sharing and caring.

And whenever we discovered a barrier-breaker--something that transcended spoken language to connect us with our new Japanese friends heart to heart--a lovely, very tangible feeling floated through the air and bonded us together.

For example:

Music

We have a house full of instruments. After lugging their suit cases up to their respective rooms and after the energy level associated with the initial exploration of our American domain returned to normal, we sat down together in the living room. Since we couldn't shoot the breeze, a spontaneous concert erupted.

Piano, violin, trumpet, steel drum...lots of smiles and cheers and pictures commenced.





And when we heard their whole group sing in their native language at the farewell party, their voices rang loud and clear and contained more confidence than I'd heard at any other time during their entire trip. I was moved to tears. I'll never forget how universal the language of music is.

Sports and Games

Movement. Competition. Motor skills. Teamwork. Strategy.

These are global concepts as well. And in most cases, they don't require very many spoken words.

As 6'+ Trey entered our church gymnasium for a scrimmage game on Saturday morning to help us fulfill our students' wish of playing basketball in America, only ooohs and ahhhs and bulging eyes and dropped chins were needed to communicate. When he did a dunking demonstration, students from several host families lined up at center court to permanently capture the amazement. We think they thought Trey is related to Michael Jordan (but he's not).


<Wii fits in the sports category, don't ya think?> 



<The Boys brought several Japanese games that entertained all ages. It was amazing to see that so many games (both American and Japanese) could be explained and played using so few words.>

Fire

Fire and humans have co-existed in this world for a looooong time.  
So it was no wonder that a few backyard flames produced grunts of joy and lots of smiles.
Adding smores offered a very educational and tasty American touch.


Cameras

Instead of talking, we took lots of pictures...hundreds of pictures. Their cameras communicated to me what they wanted to remember about America...Trey dunking, the mall elevator, fireworks, street signs, glow lights, quesadillas, the trampoline, and our children singing and laughing and flashing the peace sign...very insightful. (Our children started putting up two fingers in pictures because they noticed that our Japanese friends did that for every picture...Is 'two-fingers' a universal peace sign? Or does it mean something else in Japan? Or is it just a teenage fad? Does anyone know?)

When cameras flashed and fluttered, so did our hearts. We somehow knew we were all thinking the same lovely thoughts...Life is awesome. We knew the good times were rollin'. We knew we were experiencing bonding moments that would now be recorded forever.


Children

We had it easy at our host house. We have lots of little people to bridge the gap between communication awkwardness and interactive bliss.

None of our four visitors have a sibling younger than age 11. So, not only were our children worthy of hundreds of pictures because of their blonde hair, but also because they acted like children...a very unique experience for those who don't see it often.

Our Japanese visitors were eager and kind in interacting with each of our kids. (We feel so grateful for that!!) And all of the Smith kids (even MaryAnn by the end...which would surprise those who know her well) jumped right in with enthusiasm and thoughtfulness to naturally blend cultures. Watching them all interact together, you'd never know that they had expressed any nervousness beforehand.


After the first night, my 6-year-old Allison said, "You don't actually have to know how to say their names. You can just go up and talk to them."  I wish I could've recorded her sweet voice saying that. Those precious words summed up our whole experience.

Honestly, I think the students truly appreciated that our younger children talked with them often and openly as if it really didn't matter that no one could understand each other...because it didn't. On several occasions, I heard Cienna talking away with one of the boys the same way she carries on conversations with her stuffed animals...imagining a response and continuing onward. The boys always smiled with delight and snapped pictures. So different for them than speaking with an adult...so little pressure when a child is around.

I think they loved that our older children showed a genuine desire to just hang out with them even though very few words could be exchanged. They could still comfortably play catch or basketball or soccer or frisbee or jump on the trampoline or draw with chalk...the possibilities were surprisingly endless.

And last, but not least, I know they felt grateful that our children were better than we were at understanding the few words they did try to speak in English.

As we were saying good-bye, Shinya came running back and through a very jumbled mixture of Japanese and English words and lots of motions, I could tell he was clearly trying to ask me a question. I stared blankly and noticed that my mind was solely focused on the worried thought that I had no idea what he was trying to say. Eight-year-old Kirsti, carefree and open-minded, guessed a few words and finally stated, "I think he's looking for the strap that goes around his suitcase." When I motioned for him to come look in our van, he showed obvious relief that his charades were at least communicable to a child.

Yes...children are barrier-breakers in a big way.

Gift-giving

Our visiting boys surprised and spoiled us with authentic Japanese chop sticks, fans, games, origami, inflatable paper balls, ceramic cups, and lots of tasty treats. The picture below only shows a small portion of the treasures they brought. I marveled at how humans all around the world create useful and meaningful things...different from each other, but also the same.

 
<This fan has now accompanied Allison everywhere...including Show-n-Tell.>


<I think the chop sticks fad will last a long time around here. Personally, I'll never forget how thrilled the Japanese Boys were when we fed them rice. >

We sent them home with some typical American party surprises:

<You know those little hollow half-circles that you turn inside out and then they 'pop'? I'm not sure if they have a name...but whatever they are, those little suckers were a huge hit!>


<Diggy actually won a scramble for a foul ball at the baseball game we attended. He deeply treasured it for several innings, had it signed by a few Boomers players after the game, and promptly gave it away to the Japanese students to take home as a souvenir. Love was in the air.>

Exchanging gifts with exchange students was a spontaneous way of sharing the uniqueness of our distinct cultures. Words weren't needed. We're not sure if we'll ever see our new friends again. We know they still exist on the other side of the world, going about their daily life like we are doing here. But will we ever cross paths again? Maybe. Maybe not. Thankfully, the gifts we have from each other will keep memories lasting well into the future. 

And we did learn how to say, "Arigato!"

Conclusion
I hope our Japanese friends had as much fun as we did. I hope we sent them home with an honorable definition of what America is like. I hope their parents feel very pleased about raising such great boys. I hope our children will long remember what it feels like to discover similarities and create bonds with those whose tongues make different sounds. I hope I will continue to look for and appreciate and use the many language barrier-breakers that are all around us because they can communicate love...often better than words.


ps: dispensing water out of a refrigerator was very exciting for our Japanese friends and therefore must be very American

Saturday, May 25, 2013

A Week's Worth of Wonder: May 25, 2013

<We said good-bye to our Japanese visitors this week. Another post will share lots more pictures of their insightful stay.>
 <Origami captured a lot of our educational attention this week. I still need to snap pics of some of the awesome results.>

<Sometimes it just takes Mom for-ev-er to shop...>

<These Wal-mart cars at the front of the store are a toddler's dream come true and the reason a nightmare-ish tantrum erupts upon departure.> 
  

 <We witnessed the miracle of the birth of butterflies. Now our children can never say again that we've never had pets. We will cherish them a little longer and set them free very soon.>

<If I find a rolly-polly crawling across my kitchen counter, it's because their man-made domain just wasn't meant to contain them any longer.>
 

<All of the elementary hand-clapping games are very IN right now. When I got to middle school back in the early 90s, I thought those childish rhymes would never be cool again...I guess I was wrong.>








<We borrowed a Wii from a friend for some good bonding time with our Japanese visitors. We better master as many levels as we can before it's time to return it.  Thanks Jeff and Denice!>

Thursday, May 23, 2013

The Decibel Level: Meditating Amidst My Children's Noise

Sometimes the noise in this house drives me bonkers.

As a mother who tries my darnedest to open my heart to as much energy as my children have to share with me, and as a mother who values the creative clamor that comes from instruments and pretending and singing and laughing and joking, and as the mother of a really ear-piercingly screechy Baby #6 who never took a pacifier and has now grown into a really ear-piercingly screechy 23-month-old...

I expect a lot of noise.

But wow. Sometimes...

And the decibel level follows me wherever I go. I feel like a noise magnet...especially when I'm cooking dinner or on the phone or in the bathroom. I don't think I've successfully ducked away to the bathroom in the last 10 years without hearing, "Mom...Maahuum...!!!"

I find that the noise level is hardest to handle when my mind is busy thinking and churning over something deep and personal and bothersome. When my brain needs time and space to solve a major (or minor) life issue, I crave quiet.

But quiet is hard to come by in my neck of the woods.

So, what's a mother to do?

The other day I sat in the middle of our living room floor like a zombie because my mind was full of some big, worrisome thoughts. I just couldn't bear to let more chaos into my body and I felt like exploding when trumpet noise and piano noise and "Mom, how do you spell..." noise and "Mom, listen to this" noise and "Mom, can you..." noise and "Whaaaa!!" noise all echoed off my ear drums at once.

I almost screamed, "Why in the world are we all in the same room together??!!"

The thought of retreating behind a closed door...for just a few moments (or until Daddy came home)...seemed like the only solution. Instead, I shut down right in the middle of my bouncing children and I built a mental wall to protect myself from all of the noise, noise, and more noise.

I knew my children noticed (because children always do), so I added guilt to my list of emotions.

But then an idea came to me.

Is it possible to meditate in the middle of noisy, needy chaos?

I summoned my executive prefrontal cortex brain cells (PFC) and together we decided to stop building a defensive protection from the innocent noise surrounding us...and instead welcome it in.

My natural mind objected and argued that an all-out invasion would threaten my peace in unthinkable ways. It reminded me that self-defense was the only weapon I had complete control over and therefore the only way to fight for personal peace. But my PFC and I felt determined to take a stand nonetheless and try something different...something selfless.

So I set my personal struggles aside for a moment and...

I turned my attention to my son playing his trumpet. I watched him carefully. His eyes were focused. His fingers moved fluidly. He struggled on a few notes. He tried again. He smiled when he finished his piece. My eyes softened and agreed with his...success after many attempts IS so satisfying.

Next, my mind shifted to my daughter playing the piano. Her feet dangled at the bench. Her self-created pig tails swayed gently back and forth. The song she was playing...I clearly recognized it...it was the one that was such a challenge several weeks ago. When she turned to share her triumph with me, I was already watching her.

"I love listening to you play," I smiled.

Then my six-year-old...what was she writing anyways? Was it a thank you note? A birthday card? Ahh, this time her creation was a pretend math worksheet. She's been watching her older brother a lot lately. Such diligence in that mind of hers. I admired her fingers for a moment or two longer as she formed a line at the top of the page and wrote "Name" and then I turned my focus to...

Miss Cienna. A few minutes earlier she had asked me if she could pretend to be my dog in real life. This is a question I'd answered at least a hundred times in the last month, so "Yes" came spilling out of my mouth without me really noticing at all. Satisfied with my half-answer, she was now crawling around on the floor and talking to herself and several of her stuffed animals. She barked occasionally.

"Cotton," I called. "Come here, Cotton! I want to give my cute doggy a nice back scratch." She bounded over with her tongue hanging out and a very large grin on her face. She panted happily. Wow was it easy to make her day. And having a mind that's quick to forgive, quick to accept, and quick to share simple joy must feel so enlightening.

Finally, my MaryAnn (Kenny was away at school). MaryAnn squirmed on my lap, making irritating whiny sounds which indicated that she, too, was wrestling with how to digest all of the chaos in the room. (I don't blame her...she doesn't have much of a prefrontal cortex yet to have the option of choosing something other than self-defense.) She could also sense my attention on her siblings and naturally yearned for a piece of it. I rolled backwards onto the carpet and pulled her on top of me. My eyes met hers. Her face lit up. "What is she thinking?" I wondered. The one the thing she cares about most in life is getting her mama's attention. So simple, so sweet, so pure.

As I turned from my inner noise to truly focus on the noises my children were making, what a houseful of lovely surprises I found. When thoughts of chaos threatened to return and take over during this meditative experiment, I noticed their existence and politely asked those thoughts to wait while I focused on something that would strengthen me in my time of need...my amazing children.

Later, I still churned over whatever challenges needed churning...but my children's decibel level that I had been protecting myself from became the very healing balm I had needed to sooth my heart and face those tough adult-issues again.


<This is my Mother's Day breakfast in bed. I used to think of Mother's Day as the one day I deserved a retreat...away from my children. But over the years I have noticed the innocent enthusiasm of my children as they climb in bed next to me to proudly show me which part of breakfast their little hands had prepared. Then they naturally reach over to share my orange juice and eat some eggs. They seem to cuddle me with extra hugs all day long to show their gratitude for having a mother. I have realized that isolating myself on a day when my children are bubbling with celebration for ME would cause me to miss out on a whole lot of love. So, now I expect (and love) that Mother's Day is a day where my children are glued to me all the more. I will soak in these types of Mother's Days because some day these children of mine--the very reasons I am called a "mother"-- will be too big to squeeze all together onto my bed with me. I will miss that.>

Saturday, May 18, 2013

A Week's Worth of Wonder: May 18, 2013

Excitement this week has primarily revolved around something we're still in the middle of...4 Japanese middle school students are staying with us for a few days. We have the privilege of being included in their definition of America. They know only a handful of English words. We're learning to say 'Hello' and 'Thank you' in Japanese. More to come on this cultural exchange next week...

Most of the other highlights below are self-explanatory (including the one where I'm dressed in the garbage bag that Kirsti designed as part of a mother-daughter fashion show).