Tuesday, 2 November 2010
Les Beaux parents
I hate being a cliché but I did go through a phase, after the Monster's birth, of not being entirely comfortable with my belle maman*. When Matilda cried she used to ask me questions like:
"Don't you think she's hungry?"
To which I would be tempted to reply:
"Yes, but she's getting a bit heavy to carry around so I've decided to stop feeding her so much."
Having a baby changes your relationship with everyone around you so it's not too much of a surprise that there is a period of readjustment. Thankfully I feel we are now fully readjusted. We had the beaux parents staying with us this weekend and it was lovely to see them and to see my mini-monsters having so much fun with their Papi James and Mamilo. And not just because it gave me a break. Oh ok, mostly because it gave me a break.
In any case, I am very happy to no longer be a cliché. That said, that they live a 6-hour drive away is by no means a bad thing either...
* Where in English we say mother, or father or sister in law, the French say they are beautiful, ma belle soeur or mon beau père. Charming but the English version is more honest. Or maybe the French are being ironic.