I knew that time would fuzz some of my impressions of France and the french, and I was correct. I don't feel the need to continue the above post. Five days later and I am in a completely different spot.
By the end of the trip, I was experiencing a weight in my chest that I attributed to missing my babies. The smell of their sleeping bodies lifted the weight no time. Wyeth and Ella slept right through my snuggles and loves. Fara stirred and was a little confused to find me peeking into her crib in the middle of the night. When she shook the sleep off enough to focus on me, she whimpered, "mama" and stretched her little arms up to me. Priceless.
And now, here I am, five days later and I am back to needing a vacation. Not really, but man alive, toddlers are needy little creatures. Just thinking that makes me feel so guilty. Of course, they are needy, they are babies. And what is so scary or uncomfortable about being needed? How can so little time move me from missing them more than words can express, to being frustrated with their need to be touching me every moment of every day.
The hope in the matter? I get to consider this just a moment and know that I am doing the best I can by them. These little moments in motherhood are the ones that you aren't told about before children.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Impressions (Part One)
This is suppose to be my blog about motherhood..but I am the mother and want to get these impressions from our trip to France down before I lose them.
I traveled Air France, which I overheard a French woman referring to as Air Chance, but obviously had a mush better go at it. I enjoyed the experience; comfortable seat, nice choice of entertainment, and great food. I have never flown international, so it could have just been the international experience, but I felt like I was traveling in first-class in some ways.
I sat with a middle-aged woman originally from the Seattle area who was returning to her home of twenty-three years in Italy. She was my first taste of how few people have children in Europe. Or that was the impression I was left with. Maybe it is just the part of the country that I reside, but I feel as though having children is an important part of life. Well, duh, I have three of my own. I met a whole handful of women, whom do not have children and are rather unapologetic about it. They to explain, that is was a career move, or a they had the desire but were not able. No, it was more...this is my blissful childless life. And more than ever before in my life, I felt pleased with my bliss-less child-full life. It's not bliss less anyhow! Or if given the choice between their bliss and mine, I am pleased with mine.
I never did read that book about how french women stay skinny. To be honest, I was always afraid it was because they don't eat. So...I watched them eat over the last 10 days. They eat. And eat and eat. For long periods of times, several times a day. Pates, roulittes, creamy cheeses, butter, jams, and bread, bread, bread. Aside from the fact they walk everywhere is fierce heals, how do they do it? I guess I will have to pick-up that stupid book afterall.
I traveled Air France, which I overheard a French woman referring to as Air Chance, but obviously had a mush better go at it. I enjoyed the experience; comfortable seat, nice choice of entertainment, and great food. I have never flown international, so it could have just been the international experience, but I felt like I was traveling in first-class in some ways.
I sat with a middle-aged woman originally from the Seattle area who was returning to her home of twenty-three years in Italy. She was my first taste of how few people have children in Europe. Or that was the impression I was left with. Maybe it is just the part of the country that I reside, but I feel as though having children is an important part of life. Well, duh, I have three of my own. I met a whole handful of women, whom do not have children and are rather unapologetic about it. They to explain, that is was a career move, or a they had the desire but were not able. No, it was more...this is my blissful childless life. And more than ever before in my life, I felt pleased with my bliss-less child-full life. It's not bliss less anyhow! Or if given the choice between their bliss and mine, I am pleased with mine.
I never did read that book about how french women stay skinny. To be honest, I was always afraid it was because they don't eat. So...I watched them eat over the last 10 days. They eat. And eat and eat. For long periods of times, several times a day. Pates, roulittes, creamy cheeses, butter, jams, and bread, bread, bread. Aside from the fact they walk everywhere is fierce heals, how do they do it? I guess I will have to pick-up that stupid book afterall.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Full House QOTD
"I AM NOT A CRY-CHICKEN" ~ Wyeth
I asked him to try a bite of tofu, and when he wouldn't I pointed out that the girls tasted it, he must be scared. Then I make a clucking sounds, at which point he screamed the above.
"Look Daddy it's, Mor Ack Awmoni." ~ Ella
Ella was reading the paper with Daddy yesterday and noticed a picture of Obama. He said it sounded like she called him macaroni.
"Umm. Ummm. Ummm." ~ Fara
Not exactly the word I would have picked as next on Fara's list of new words, but it's pretty funny. I had asked her if she had seen Ella.
Quote loaded Saturday. I love it.
I asked him to try a bite of tofu, and when he wouldn't I pointed out that the girls tasted it, he must be scared. Then I make a clucking sounds, at which point he screamed the above.
"Look Daddy it's, Mor Ack Awmoni." ~ Ella
Ella was reading the paper with Daddy yesterday and noticed a picture of Obama. He said it sounded like she called him macaroni.
"Umm. Ummm. Ummm." ~ Fara
Not exactly the word I would have picked as next on Fara's list of new words, but it's pretty funny. I had asked her if she had seen Ella.
Quote loaded Saturday. I love it.
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