My Little Piggies Cafe officially exists in a small building in a hillside suburb of Kobe that is basically inaccessible without a car. Furthermore, there are only two parking spaces outside the building. The young mothers willingly carpool, taking turns to pick each other up from their respective homes, and me from the train station. It’s a 25-minute drive in all, made very interesting by the several babies on board.
This morning one of them, usually quite a good girl, started fussing and crying for no reason that we could think of. To distract her, I started singing her favourite song Incy Wincy Spider, doing the hand actions. The other mothers all joined in, including our designated driver when we stopped at a red light. Just as we were lustily belting out the part about the sun coming out and waving our arms in unison, I caught side of the sports car alongside us. The young couple inside were staring at us with shocked and disbelieving expressions on their faces. I smiled and give a friendly wave which they didn’t return. As soon as the light changed, they raced ahead, no doubt eager to shake off the bunch of wild-eyed crazy ladies in the station wagon. Perhaps they feared it was catching. (Little did they know that it was a vision of their future.)
And … I have to admit that right then I gave a little sigh, thinking “this is not how I thought my life would turn out.” Oh no, by now I was supposed to be sipping champagne in a limo, not performing nursery rhymes in a Mazda with a bunch of mums and babes!
Still, I couldn’t be happier. And that’s the truth. Oh well, like I said, you just had to be there.