Happy Friday all! I actually started packing just a tiny bit yesterday. whoo hoo for me! And then my husband leaves this morning for a long road trip. hmph. Go figure the last two games before I leave are really out of town!
Oh and I wanted to tell you about this awesome giveaway that is going on today! The Pomegranate Basket is having their first giveaway over at Craft Couture. I think you should all check it out!! Why do I care so much, you ask? Well The Pomegranate Basket is totally awesome! And the cute lady, Tammi. She's my mom. So you know she's awesome! :) So show some love :)
I know I said I was gonna write about interracial, intercultural marriage. But honestly, that's a big task and I just wasn't feelin' it. So maybe next week. Or maybe not. I don't know. Okay, on to today's topic.
A lot of people are fascinated by our lifestyle. Don't get me wrong, it isn't always in a good way. Sometimes, probably more often than not, people think I am crazy. Because people don't often think about the things that might be hard for me or different or crazy. It sounds romantic to live in another coutry, learn another language etc etc. And for me it is. I choose to like it. But don't be fooled, it is not easy. Let me break it down a bit.
St Etienne, our city this year |
I have two kids. Mothers out there know how hard it is to raise kids. Most of the time we have other mothers around us, and back home I do too (but thank God for facebook!), to help us, give opinions, and offer different suggestions as to rearing kids. I personally love it, once it is offered in a humble, loving way, bring it on! Here I don't have that. I don't have people who think the same way. I do know other moms and might ask for advice, but I am not sure we are raising the same type of kids. I want my boys to grow up strong and independent and able to 'handle business'. These kids have binkis at the age of 5 and higher and it is just weird to me. They also have their little favorite toys and they are called doudous. Yes, you read that right, and it is pronounced that way. And they have them until they are in grade school. France isn't exactly known for the toughest nation... But who knows, just a thought.
Tae and his cousins at Halloween '09 |
Think about a grocery store run. Easy, right? Just run right in, grab what you need and bounce. Wait, I don't know where it is. Okay, how do you say 'where is the peanut butter?' Wait, they don't have peanut butter here, how do I describe peanut butter? 'beurre de cacahuètes'? Il est quelque chose american, il s'appelle peanut butter?' (it is something american, it is called peanutbutter) Yep, not so easy anymore! Now, lately, I am a lot better at my French that I don't have problems too much any more.
Okay, so I have a few friends who do not speak english. We have nice conversations and I am getting a ton better. But here is the absolute worst: I am trying to explain something and they just stare at me. They cannot understand what I am saying. What? Seriously, you can't understand? Man, am I that bad? I was so encouraged with this whole conversation, and now I feel as stupid as ever. Or, here is another one. They make a joke in French, but I didn't get it, and I laugh just to get out of asking what they meant. But then they catch me with the fake laugh. ugh stupid again. Or I studied at home and thought I learned something new and then I try it with my friend. She stops, stares, and then says in French 'I know what you were trying to say. It's just wrong.' Um thanks.
Or when I get Tae from school and the teacher asks me or I have something to ask. It is hard. It is just every day things that people wouldn't think of that I have to.
Obvisouly the hard things like missing family and friends back home. But that isn't so hard for me anymore.(sorry mom!) I love my family. But I know that someday I will be back living close to them. And when that day comes, I will enjoy it. But I don't want to spend my time here wishing I was somewhere else. How silly would that be? I want to experience everything and make sure I have no regrets from the time we lived here.
Oh and down side of learning another language. I am already a horrible speller. Now with learning another language, I can't spell anything. So disregard my mistakes. And I can't find words in English sometimes, like it is hard to sometimes put a sentence together because I think in French too.
Don't worry, I will do 'a good side' installment! Oh and happy Royal Wedding Day! I so wish I was there. So close and yet so far...