Thursday, December 02, 2004

My Daughter

This morning the kids were late for school. I've been going to bed late while my husband isn't around and not sleeping well, so getting revved up in the morning is difficult. We were only 5 minutes late for school, but late is late. The doors were closed. My children had to face..... the secretary.... and believe me, no one, child or adult ever wants to face the secretary. I could tell story after story about what that woman has said to me over the years!
So I see the kids waiting at her desk until she decides to acknowledge their late presence and give them a note to send them into their classrooms. I'll probably hear about it later from the secretary. She'll probably call me into her office while I'm picking up the kids to let me know that while we all lead busy lives every other parent got their child to school on time this morning! Needless to say, the kids are rarely late.
Anyway, it is freezing today in Paris. I left the apartment in a wool sweater and my winter coat expecting to quickly pick up my daughter for lunch and bring her back to the warm apartment. Well, when I arrived at the school she asked where we were going. I told her "home." She said she'd like to go to the park (on warm days we often picnic in the park). I said "it's freezing, we can't go to the park." She says she doesn't want to walk all the way home because we might be late getting back to school after lunch. So I take pity on her and ask her if she'd like to go to MacDo for lunch which is less than two blocks away. She's very happy and we go there for lunch. After we eat I ask her if she'd like to go to the park or walk around the toy store (where we go when it's too cold to stay outside). She says "the toy store mommy. Didn't you feel how cold it is outside?" I think she's too smart for me. I couldn't help but think she planned this all out. She's only four now. What happens when she is a teenager?

-- said Auntie M in Paris
3:02 PM



I don't know if I ever would have lasted in the French school system. It sounds incredibly strict. I went to Catholic school for 7 years and that has scarred me for life (I am exaggerating a little bit, but not really).

And I hear you about the cold weather. Our apartment feels like it is about 50 degrees fahrenheit. I am totally bundled up and I haven't even walked outside, yet. Plus, it has been so grey out lately that it hasn't exactly put me in the best of moods.


# posted by Anonymous : 6:38 PM  

>>After we eat I ask her if she'd like to go
>>to the park or walk around the toy store

No French mother I've ever met would ever ask her child a question like that on a school day. It's soooooo American. (smile)


# posted by L'Amerloque : 8:57 PM  

I am very American, but at least I keep my voice low when out in public. It's the least I can do to try to fit in here :]

# posted by Auntie M in Paris : 10:07 PM  

Even after all the time I've been here (since before you were born, I imagine) I feel I am still "in" but not "of". (smile) ...


# posted by L'Amerloque : 2:39 PM  

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