Hi there folks! A big jolly hello to all you new readers. Since June there’s been an outrageous boom of new readers here, so I’m happy to share with you a little about my life in Costa Rica today.
I’m a semi-SAHM in Costa Rica, loving on my little brown-eyed girl and praising God for the opportunity to work for Him alongside my specTACular husband. (We’re youth pastors.) To make a long story short, my Prince Charming is a Tico, and here we’ve made our cozy castle casa.
Now, a little more on la vida “mommy” in our sunny Costa Rica.
Being a Mom in Costa Rica Means:
- You schedule morning errands to avoid getting caught in a seasonal afternoon downpour…unless you’re like me and love singing in the rain. Don’t even get me started on my love of baby carriers for these quick trips.
- You look both ways. Twice. Three times, before crossing the street…even on one-ways. No joke! Cars drive fast & crazy in our neck of America.
- You jam-pack the refrigerator produce drawers with farmer’s market fresh tropical veggies and fruits (bought ripe, not green. Sorry you northerners.) Your family’s vitamins come fresh from the source.
- If you’re healthy and not uppity upper class, you probably use free govt. healthcare, wait in extreme lines at 5a.m. for an appointment in said (possibly teensy tiny run-down) clinic, and wish those doctors were more thorough. (Praise God for my midwife and homebirth for baby #1.)
- Your kids will not be outside playing in the neighborhood for safety’s sake (especially not in the city)
- You have to screen the news on television if you want to steer clear of gruesome R-rated scenes. (So glad we’re TV-free.)
- Your friendly neighborhood roaches are pesky, but probably won’t provoke a scene anymore.
- You’ll spend hours investigating where you’ll send your kids to school. (Way too many options, many questionable education standards.)
- You’ll be the weirdo & have to import if you cloth diaper (Grinning here, can you tell?!)
- You can cart your kids to the beach for the day. A beach is less than 3 hours away from just about any spot in C.R. Or…put a baby “pool” in the backyard anytime. Cookware optional.
- You’ve come to accept that steamy bubble baths as a mommy “me-time” fix are a long-lost luxury, since most bathrooms are shower-only zones.
- You stand in complete awe of the Creator.