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Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Worries


Just like any mother, I worry too much for my kids. For their future, on their behavior and in even in the smallest things like if they have eaten well at school or if somebody bullied them. All sorts like that. It doesn't stop.

And yet again, this time, I worry for my youngest daughter. She's 10 months. Let me first describe how she is. She's bubbly. In the morning, when she wakes up, she'll sit up and wait for you to look at her and then she'll show you her smile. That's why she earned the nickname, "our sunshine" in the family. She's very pretty when she smile, so she gained another pet name, "Bella," Italian word for beautiful. She started standing up at 8 months and crawling before that. She loves to play, you just need to place her down on the floor and she’ll find something amusing for her to do, but what she prefers most is listening to music. She's a very reflective baby at her age. When classic music starts to play, she’s in a total silent mode. Like thinking. She’s very much aware of her surroundings. Love to observe and imitate her two other siblings.  With her food, she’ll taste a little first before eating. The same with the people that she meets. She’ll test you first. Trying to make sure that you will not harm her.

So here’s the dilemma. Aside from me, there’s only one person who took care of her when I’m at work. It’s my brother. With my brother she’s the same. No changes. But since my brother cannot take care of her anymore, we need to find another, and we did. There's a lady who is an "assistant maternelle agree," since March 2010. I found her through a colleague of mine at work. She's also taking care of her niece. I told myself, it's worth a try because she's also a recommendation. So at least someone knows her and it’s very practical for me because she lives at besides the train station besides my work. So I can deposit my daughter first before going to work.

And she started yesterday. When I left my daughter there, she didn’t cry. But she was looking intently at the lady. One thing bothered me though, she lives on the first floor, but at 9 in the morning she was waiting for me and my daughter downstairs, she didn’t even let me in her house, place my daughter quietly before saying goodbye.  I asked her if she could write in her little journal anything important that happened during her stay, but the baby sitter refused and told me that there’s no need to do that. She’ll just tell me what happened during the day.

At the end of the day, my husband was the one who took her from the babysitter. The lady told him that my daughter cried all the time, which I thought is very normal because it’s a big change for her.  But she left that place with a big scratch on her face. And the baby sitter explained that she scratch herself while having a fit. A fit at 10 months?  What can she do? Throw books all over? She never did have one before.

Second day was worst. She still waited for us downstairs. Not allowing me to leave and say goodbye properly to my daughter for the second time again. This time I told her that my baby didn’t eat much for breakfast. Immediately, she answered that she can’t do anything about it because it’s “forbidden in the contract for her to give supplemental feeding.” Is she concerned at all? I didn’t ask her to give extra feeding if she doesn’t want to or if it is forbidden in the contract. I would just like to ask her to feed my child a little bit earlier for I know that she’ll be hungry earlier as expected.

And again, at the end of the day, she told my husband that my daughter cried all day long, refusing to be left on the floor, refusing her pacifier,  refusing to eat and hit a girl a year older  than her that left a mark on other girl’s arm. A 10 month that hits and leave a mark, is that possible? Is my baby that strong that she can leave a mark to a two year old girl? Do I really know my child or am I missing something here?

I don't know what to do. I need help. Either I resign from work and be a house wife again to raise my daughter just like before, or find someone else which is hard to do because other "assistant maternelle agrée" wants someone to look after 5 days a week. While my daughter only goes there 2 days a week.

My daughter right now is very anxious. She's scared to be left alone, even on her own bed. She changed and she's scared. For days and days, I can't see our "Sunshine" anymore. Imagine, I left her there just for 2 days, how much more if I leave her there for a week.

Dear God if you can hear me, please send someone whom I can trust. Whom I can leave my daughter without worries. And whom my daughter will also love and loves my daughter back. Please dear God, I lift to you all my worries. Kindly hear them, I pray. Amen.








Thursday, September 08, 2011

Vance's Story

These are anecdotes about my son. Amusing stories that when I think about it, I can't help but laugh even when I'm alone. Words that just come out of his mouth like jack in a box. It surprises me everytime. I hope you can appreciate it as much as I do.

  • We were swimming at one of the beach in Languedoc-Roussillon. I was with my 10 month old daughter and my 4 years old son while my 10 years old daughter is having a good time meeting new friends. But since she’s very polite, she came closer to us bringing her new found friend and introduces her to me. So here’s the conversation that follows:

My 10 years old daughter: Mom, this is Laura.

Me: Hi, Laura. How are you?

Laura: I’m fine. Thank you.

Me: Where are you from?

Laura: I’m from here.

My 4 years old son: What? From here?
Are you a mermaid?

  • While having dinner my eldest daughter excused herself to go to the washroom. And when she came back she looked bothered. So I asked her what happened.
My daughter: Mom, after dinner can I talk to you.
Me: Why? Is there something wrong? You can say it now.
My daughter: Well, you see, I saw some hair starting to grow in different part of my body
My husband and I: It's normal.
My son: Eh oui, c'est normal parce que t'es un monsieur! (Translation: Well yes, it normal because you're a man!)

  • My son was examining his face in front of a mirror. After some time, he came and asked me a question.
My son: Mom, is this a moustache? (Talking about the almost invisible hair of his upper lip)
Me: Hmmm, I think so.
My son: Yippee! Je suis un père! (Translation: Yippee! I am a father!)


  • Today, my son was invited to attend a birthday party. It's the birthday of the girl who had a crush on him since they were in the "petite section."
Her name is Farah. I told you a story about her, i think, less than a year ago. Her mother insisted that it would be pleasure if my son can come to her birthday because as she says, Farah thinks that my son is his "boyfriend." But I don't think that it's the same way for my son.

But anyway, last tuesday, I asked my son if he wanted to go to her birthday party. He told me "yes," because his friends Louie and Jeremy are there and not to mention, his best friend Alexi. They are a gang of Asia-tiques. Inseperable. So this afternoon, he went there. As expected most of his time was spent with his gang. But since its' Farah's birthday, Farah as frank as she is asked for a kiss from my son.

My son said, "Mon bisou est que reserver pour ma maman!" Translation: My kiss is only reserved for my mom!

Sweet on my side, but how about the other side?

And here's another thing that he's complaining about. "Je deteste quand ils m'appellent beau-fils. Je suis beau mais je suis pas leur fils." Translation: "I hate it when they call me beau-fils (son-in-law), I am beau (handsome) but I am not their fils (son).