Мы в Калифорнии уже третий год как, но...

We have been in California for the third year now, but a St. Petersburg mother is sitting inside me, who continues to be amazed at the local order, especially in terms of childcare and upbringing.
Well, look, on the street +14 Celsius, the sun is shining, the grass is juicy green. What are the children doing on the playground? Right, run barefoot on the sand! My inner St. Petersburg mother is ready to collapse from the word "barefoot". How?! Plus fourteen ?!
I remember how we came to St. Petersburg from vacation in late August, tanned and pampered by the spa heat. We drop into the yard, and there the children walk in hats, boots and overalls. Well, yes, what can you do, here it is, the harsh summer of St. Petersburg.
But even in warm California, our mother will love to wrap up her child. Not necessarily in the notorious set “jumpsuit + hat + boots”, but at least in an extra jacket and socks! Yes, don’t forget the socks! That is why other children running barefoot cause shock. That is why when asked by the child, “Mom, can I also get out of clothes?” I want to strictly and edifyingly answer “no, no, and again no!”. This is the answer of the St. Petersburg mother sitting inside me.
I once took my daughter from the garden and she told me with enthusiasm how the uncle policeman came to them today and talked about the rules of behavior on the street. And they, as a whole group, were sitting right here on the concrete porch and listening to his fiery performance. The part of the story where the policeman presented the sticker badges, I safely missed, because I was triggered by the moment "sitting on the concrete floor." What ?! Inner St. Petersburg mother tore and threw. Are these educators completely fucked up, or what? Put children on the concrete floor! Right in the priests? Laying nothing out? I could not stand it and touched the same concrete in the same place ... Warm. A mixture of annoyance (pah, failed to catch!) And relief (thank God, did not catch).
At that moment I remembered our St. Petersburg kindergarten, where the process of gathering for a walk was a special and very long ritual with all the attributes due. And, by the way, “today we don’t swing on a swing and we don’t sit on the ground - it's cold. And God forbid, on the street with someone there will be an oversight in the form of a cash register - then tryndets! Consider yourself a sentence of two weeks on sick leave.
Once, a Russian-speaking grandmother indignantly shared with me a glaring fact: in American kindergartens, children are given water and milk from the refrigerator! I repeat: from the refrigerator !!! The St. Petersburg mother living in me fully joined my grandmother's indignation. This is a throat! Cough! Inhalation with Lazolvan three times a day, plus Lizobakt tablets, Tantum Verde spray, Herbion syrup, and a control shot in my mother’s head - rubbing my chest with a warming ointment (who remembers the name?). And it would be good not to bring the matter to bronchitis. And then the parents of a-ta-tashechki from the local doctor in the style of "launched the child, brought to such a deplorable state."
In fact, for two years my daughter, pah-pah-pah, was nothing serious. Even if she coughed, then everything went away in 3-4 days. Often, even without interruption from production, that is, kindergarten. Of course, there are sticky viruses here. But you know, what is the most frequent reaction of pediatricians to this whole thing? “And let's observe!”. That is, from the list of recommended drugs - such a lonely Ibuprofen, in case of fever. All! Neither Anaferon, nor Oscillococcinum, nor other fuflomycin among the list of 15 drugs, the last time a doctor ordered us from a paid St. Petersburg clinic.
No people, I don’t advocate American medicine. Someone from my family (I will not point a finger) at one time encountered the reverse side of the coin. In response to the complaint, "back pain" naturally suggested anointing the sore spot with Voltaren. When they found out that it wasn’t helping, they issued a pamphlet with exercises. Well, they gave a referral for an appointment with an osteopath in a month and a half (!).
The Russian doctors, in turn, immediately thrust the suffering patient into the MRI device and the next day he was stunned with ominously sounding diagnoses. Hernia, God forgive me, the spine! With protrusion! Immediately appointed five, no, better than ten sessions of manual therapy. And in no case do not lift weights. Even a small child. Especially a small child!
Bottom line: taking into account the diagnosis, the treatment came down to the same exercises. Now the brochure was in Russian. And without pictures.
And I'm not saying that one is better than the other. The question “where is better?” Always always baffles me. It all depends on the attitude to the tactics used - whether doctors, educators, parents on the playground. Are you ready to put up with this? Are you ready to accept this? Will you find the logic and advantages in this situation? Or is it better to turn on the St. Petersburg mother and be horrified at what the rotting west has come to?