Thursday, September 25, 2008

Birthday Girl



One year ago my precious little Catherine Grace was born.

After contractions all day on the day 24th, D and I packed our bags and headed to the "Clinique de la Chataigneraie" convinced that we would be holding our daughter soon. Alas, I was sent home and told that I was not in "real labor" yet. Well, "the not real labor" continued and "real labor" started at around 4 AM. I was pretty sure that this time it was for real. D, however, was unconvinced and having just taken the day off the day before for the "not real labor," headed off to work at around 7:30. Unbeknownst to him, this is when my contractions were kicking up to notches that required intense prayer and an MP3 player with songs loaded for labor- you are listening to some now, by the way. "Well, here we are, just you and me, Lord, how are we going to do this?" I asked Him. Shortly afterwards, my water broke just as SA was waking up and asking for breakfast. I tried to convince her to do the hula dance with me that I had learned with the sage femme (midwife) in order to manage the pain and work with what was going to happen in my body whether I "worked with it" or not. For once, SA didn't want to dance. .. I found myself on the phone to my friend asking her what it was like when one's water breaks. Assured that I was well on my way to delivering a baby, she promptly instructed me to call D to come home and she rushed over to be with me and SA. To make a long story short, we barely made it to the hospital and CG was born in under an hour. I was actually allowed to reach down and "catch" her as she was born! Then I held her skin to skin for two hours that seemed to pass in 5 minutes. She and I stayed in the hospital for six days- the norm for France plus one day since my milk came in slow. She is my "petite francaise" as she was born in France, has only ever lived in France and is more petite than her sister. We are so thankful for her. I was reminded of these verses today as I was writing.

"You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed
How precious are Your thoughts about me, O God!
They are inumerable"

Psalm 139:16-17

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

10 Things I Love About France and the French Today

1. I love the market that is in our town every Monday morning where I can go and buy fresh everything!

2. I love going to the boulangerie to buy fresh bread!

3. I love that there is a Foire aux Vins (wine fair) at our local grocery store this week!

4. I love that the French know how to cook and that when you have no ideas for dinner, you can just go and buy a new cut of meat to try and ask the butcher what to do with it. He gave me a whole meal plan complete with instructions in about five minutes!

5. I love walking SA to our local preschool and watching her jump and cheer because she is so excited to go to the "school with the belltower".

6. I love chitchatting to the French moms at school each morning and at lunchtime.

7. I love that my husband has this week off and there is school and the garderie for CG tomorrow so that we can go and have coffee together "just us".

8. I love that it is fall and time to cut up the fresh pumpkin from my friend's garden and make soup and chocolate chip pumpkin bread!

9. I love that I live in the region of delicious cheeses!

10. I love it that the French do not treat me like an ignorant foreigner because I have difficulty with their language. They have always been and continue to be kind, patient, and gracious to me.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Recipe for Tranquility


Our most recent trip to Provence was to see the fields of lavender in bloom. I have seen some gorgeous pictures of them, and wanted to see them in person this year. We arrived after the peak of the season, but we still enjoyed visiting Senanque Abbey pictured above. We also went to visit the Lavender Museum where I learned all about the health and therapeutic benefits of lavender. I had no idea that there were so many! It seems that the essential oil is helpful for stress relief, insomnia, irritability, headaches, sinusitis, colds, minor scrapes and burns, and several other things. I am pretty excited about benefitting from this natural remedy!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Six Years and Counting


We are celebrating six years of marriage. We like celebrations that continue, so we celebrated with a trip to Lyon on Saturday where we went biking in a beautiful park/zoo with the girls. Then we hopped a bus to make a special trip to Starbucks! The one in Lyon is the closest one to us, and it is new. SA had a strawberry frappuccino, I had a mocha frappuccino, Danny had a latte and we all split a yummy blueberry muffin. Danny even treated me to a Starbucks Lyon mug and some Kenyan coffee which we have been enjoying the past couple of mornings! Mmmmm!

Yesterday was officially our anniversary, so we enjoyed lunch at a charming auberge in the mountains where we had truffade, a local potato cheese specialty dish which is served with cured ham. The girls were with us, and SA had "poppy" ice cream for dessert! I love that the French make ice cream from my favorite red wild flower! It was a luscious pink color that, of course, ended up all over SA's cute outfit, but I am happy to report that this time I managed to removed the stains!

Last night, after our usual Sunday dinner of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and champagne, we had a yummy foret noire for dessert! This morning we walked to the market where SA rode the merry go round and we procured our fruits and vegetables along with a prepared chicken and potatoes for lunch. And currently, Danny is busily preparing yellow pepper soup with cilantro puree to have with the steaks and sweet potatoes that we will be enjoying for dinner in the jardin. I am enjoying this nice break fromt he kitchen, the vacation in France, and having my husband home for a change. Life is good, and I am so thankful for my husband who actually enjoys cooking on his vacation!

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

C'est Trop!

When it rains, it pours. It feels as if we continue to go from one crisis to the next. For me it has been recurrent clogged ducts and mastitis, and for D, increasing pressure at work as he finishes out his assignment and last audit in France. This week we both dealt with a major plumbing problem which we had unsuccessfully tried to fix ourselves for a couple of weeks since we could not get a plumber to come. It was finally resolved this week after we physically worked with the plumber (and the sewage) for SIX hours on Tuesday! Quelle horreur! I will spare you all the gory details because it was pretty stinky and disgusting.

As I write, D has just left to take the car in for service and I am in bed with mastitis. It is the fifth incident of this problem since the beginning of July. Luckily the grandparents are here to help out with SA, because both of us are just about over the edge. We were supposed to leave for a weekend in Provence today but had to postpone it as the car needs service and I am sick. Last week I went to the doctor with similar symptoms after which she prescribed an ultrasound of the breast. Everything was fine by the time I had the ultrasound though and I thought I was home free until Thursday of this week when I came down with all the same symptoms and more. The worst part about it is that many doctors in France are not big proponents of breastfeeding. They recommend it to new mothers but do not really seem to be convinced of its importance after the first three months. Consequently, I have been advised to stop breastfeeding twice by my family doctor and once by a pharmicien simply because I have had some challenges. If I quit everything that was challenging, I certainly would not have been able to live in France for three years! Not only that, it would actually be harmful to stop breastfeeding at this point as it is very important to adequately drain the breast, but the doctors here do not seem to subscribe to this philosophy. Everything that I have read about the problems that I am having, says to absolutely NOT stop breastfeeding and that taking ibuprofen for the pain is absolutely safe for both me and CG. The doctors here do not agree. It seems that these are examples of differences between the mentality of the medical community of the US vs. France.

In addition, it is an example of the frustration of living between two worlds. I love living cross culturally, but in doing so, there is inevitably dissonance between the two cultures. How we deal with this dissonance determines what our experience will be. Taking the get mad approach does not help, but passive acceptance often seems a denial of our own beliefs, opinions, and values. The problem lies in a worldview difference. Worldview encompasses beliefs, opinions, and values. Worldview differences mean that we often assign different values to things. For example, the French value on time and money in the service sector is totally different from the American value of time and money. When entering a store in France it is not unusual to be kept waiting by a clerk who is chatting with a friend on their cell phone or in the store (i.e. time difference), and stores are not open at convenient times for working people to shop at night or on weekends and holidays (i.e. money difference). The value on time and money difference is easily recognizable and not so difficult to adjust to, but after three years, I am continually discovering more and more cultural and therefore worldview differences. Living in a new culture is like peeling an onion; there are always new layers to uncover and discover and assimilate to. This makes living cross culturally fun and exciting but also challenging and sometimes stressful.

Lately life has just been too much to handle when you add the cultural stress to the stress of everyday life. Sickness, plumbing problems and expenses, car problems and expenses, learning how to expand our family in a way in which everyone's needs are met, etc. We would appreciate your prayers.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Summer, Sunflowers, and Sad News




I love summer in France. There is lots of farmland here and every summer we have fields and fields of sunflowers in bloom all around our home, town, and area. It is one of my favorite times of year. I am seeing in person what Monet and Van Gogh painted. It is beautiful! Did you know that sunflowers really do turn to face the sun? It is really impressional to drive past a field of flowers facing one direction in the morning and a different direction later in the evening. So cool. In French they are called "tournesol" because they "turn" toward the "soleil".

Most French people and expats are going on vacation for several weeks at a time this summer, and they are all really surprised to find out that we are staying home for the summer except for a weekend or two. But living here in the French countryside is so beautiful and peaceful. I think I will enjoy it as it looks like it will be our last summer here. I have been processing this information for a few weeks. Although I have been surprised and sad about this development, I am resting in the fact that the Lord has good plans for us and that He is directing our steps even when things don't make sense to me.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Je suis Americaine

(Translation: I am an American.)I have been feeling that this is a loaded statement lately. But, I haven't fully understand why ...until today. I had a conversation with a friend. I told her that I am trying to understand "la mentalite francaise" (French mentality) toward America and Americans. Whoa!!!!!!!!!!! Let's just say that the bottle of wine came out immediately after she left. Wow. This is a friend that I have known for several years now- one of only two French women that were willing to speak English to me when I arrived (even though everyone studies English here and this particular friend didn't graduate from high school- so she probably studied it less than others- all this to say that she has gone out of her way more than others to reach out to me). She and her husband are without a doubt our closest friends in our little town, and they were the first people from our church that befriended us. They have had us in their home at Christmas. She comes to visit me. She is a very good friend. Today, in the context of TV and movies, she made the statement that she is "anti-American". Of course, I was intrigued and automatically wanted to understand what she meant. I learned in cultural training that American culture is like a peach- people generally open up to others quickly but then like a peach pit, it may be hard to reach into the core to discover their real feelings. French culture is like a coconut- hard to pierce. It is harder to form relationships or get in but once you're in, it is easier to reach the core where real feelings are shared. I think I reached the core today. And whoa! I am floored.

I think that I thought (or secretly hoped) when telling someone that I am American, that they felt like- oh, yeah, the good guys, the one all the world admires and wants to be like. Boy, was I wrong! This friend of mine basically told me that she feels bombarded by all of the bad parts of America (excessive sex, violence, etc) on the television and that every night she has the impression that she lives in the streets with drug dealers and crime and terrible murders- CSI, FBI Missing, and all those other crime shows. They are translated in French and played here. She feels that each night when the TV is on, they can barely find anything "not American" to watch and if they can, then it is a French copy of an American crime or reality show. She feels that this is all forced upon her because it is all that is on- there are no good choices of television programming and everything bad is American. How sad. I told her that I concur with her feelings about this type of programming and that I can not watch much on TV in the States either, because it grieves my spirit. She feels that America has influenced the TV and film industry very negatively in France.

And then we started talking politics. Of course, we talked about President Bush. I have never heard any French person that has anything good to say about him. While I realize that the war in Iraq has not gone well (and yes, I know that is an understatement), I still feel that in his heart he was trying to do what he thought to be the right thing. This friend basically feels that President Bush has dragged the name of God through the mud for the whole world to see with his poor decisions and his claim to be a Christian. She says that the term "nouveau nee" (born again) now has very negative connotations as it is connected to George Bush, so negative that new Christians in France need to find another term to use in order to distuinguish themselves as new Christians but not connect themselves with all of the controversy that surrounds Bush and the war in Iraq.

This is not as surprising as some other things that bother my friend about the US. Aside from the violent sex-filled media that we export and the war gone bad, my friend also said that people here feel "menaced" by youth movements in the US like the one where young girls are committing to be virgins until they are married. What? How is this a bad thing? So these girls are standing up for what is right (while protecting themselves from STDs and unwanted pregnancies) and the French feel "menaced"? They feel that in the words of my friend, we, and consequently they, are moving backwards.

France is, according my friend and numerous people I have talked to, always behind the US. Since they attained women's rights later, they feel that this sort of thing is a move backwards, she explained. Why are girls who are choosing to live wisely seen as a threat to them? And why is it a move backwards to do what is right rather than follow society's "do whatever feels good" trend? Why they should feel pressured or threatened by any youth movement in the US, I don't know. I don't understand why what we do seems to affect them so much. Why do they really care so much about our war gone bad? What do they care if girls in the US have decided to come together and stand for purity? Are we that influential in their lives and mentality and culture? I guess the answer is "yes". I guess that is why they feel that they have the right to be so critical of us and everything we do and stand for.

None of this should be a surprise to me after living here for about 3 years, but it just felt like a slap in the face to receive such criticism (even though it wasn't personal) from a friend. It felt personal. It felt like being slapped in the face over and over again for a couple of hours. It felt like she was saying that every "American" thing that has made its way into France and been accepted into the culture here is making things here bad. So, it feels as if everything bad here is, of course, our fault. I can't help but resent this blame game. Obviously we are all responsible for our own choices and if they choose to accept the bad then, how is that our fault? She likened it to the verse in Scripture about the stronger brother causing the weaker brother to stumble. We are "Christian America" and here we are sending all that is bad around the world. Basically my friend feels that America is going downhill fast and pulling everyone here down with them. Alot to think about and decide how to respond to... I didn't realize how much being American is a part of my identity until my defenses began to rise.