My niece’s daughter turned one this year in Japan. The family held a traditional mochi fumi celebration for her. She wore waraji (straw sandals) and stepped on a big mochi (pounded rice cake). This ritual is supposed to bring the baby good luck for a healthy life. My niece’s mochi fumi reminded me of a little girl I used to look after when I first came to Canada. As a nanny, I felt a big responsibility, but the job gave me landed immigrant status. More importantly, I had fun watching a child grow every day under my loving care.