When I was eight months pregnant, my British husband and I were living in my native country of India. I don’t know how — and I wish I did, so that I’d know to avoid these awkward detours in conversation in the future — but chatting with my mother one afternoon, I landed on the subject of car seats. How my husband and I intended to buy one so that we could, you know, bring the baby home safely.
This caught my very Indian, very traditional mother, much by surprise. “You’re going to put a newborn baby all alone into a car seat instead of bringing him or her home in your arms?” she huffed over the phone. Car safety laws, and as a result car seats, are still a bit of a novelty in India. “What is safer than a mother’s arms?”
“A car seat,” I replied and left it at that.