Sunday, August 21, 2011
Posting comments
Thank you all for your comments and feedback about my blog so far. It seems that some of you are having trouble posting a comment on the blog or are unable to become an official follower but that's OK! I seem to be unable to post comments on my own blog for some reason. It probably has something to do with that fact that I am a technological moron. Anyway, I love getting feedback in any form (emails, facebook messages, telling my mom at Lion's Park, etc.). I will try to write more often since it seems like people are actually reading it!
Home...
Well here we are in Canada for a visit! We wouldn't have come back so soon but my friend Jodi was getting married and I had the honour of being a bridesmaid. I'm glad we had the excuse to come back although why is it so damn cold here?! Isn't it August? I keep telling everyone in L.A. that it's the same temperature there as it is here in the summer!
Well this little jaunt home has made me think a lot about what home is. Particularly because Asha is completely confused about it and rightly so. We stayed in Jodi's basement during the lead-up to the wedding and at one point as we were leaving a store I said "let's go home". Asha said "are we getting in a plane and going back to California?". I had to explain that I meant Jodi's house which is not our home but where we were staying at that particular point in time. So now that we're in Canada are we home? When we were in L.A. we told people we were going "home" for a visit but now that we're here we tell people we go back "home" on the 25th. How am I supposed to keep this straight, let alone a 4 year old!?!
The other oft-discussed topic with Asha is nationality. We are definitely Canadians but are we Americans? Are we Angelenos (people from Los Angeles)? If you have to be an actual citizen to be an Angeleno then 50% of L.A. doesn't fit the bill! When we landed in Calgary Asha asked if we were then people from Calgary. I said we are definitely NOT Calgarians! (I guess I am an Edmontonian at heart).
Well although I am really enjoying California and meeting new people it is so nice to be here where I know people and can just be comfortable. Meeting new people can be a bit exhausting! You're constantly putting on a bit of a front in hopes that the person will like you. I've found this is worse with kids because you worry that people are judging you by your child's behaviour and if she's not perfectly behaved all the time (or in our case a complete spaz at times) you look like a bad parent. But that's a whole other topic!
Here is what I've decided... home is not where the heart is because that makes no sense. Seriously, what does that mean?? For me at least, home is this: where-people-love-you-despite-how-wierd-you-and/or-child(ren)-behave. I'm thinking about creating a wall plaque to be mass produced and distributed worldwide.
So to all of you, my friends and family, thanks for being my home. Thanks for loving me despite my idiosyncracies. Thanks for seeing the genius in my child even though she is sometimes rude (at Jodi's wedding she very loudly announced "yup, Mum, I think we upstaged the bride"). And thank you for helping me learn the true meaning of "home". Now, how to explain it to a 4 year old... Well it'll be easier than explaining infinity which I tried to do today with very little success!!
Well this little jaunt home has made me think a lot about what home is. Particularly because Asha is completely confused about it and rightly so. We stayed in Jodi's basement during the lead-up to the wedding and at one point as we were leaving a store I said "let's go home". Asha said "are we getting in a plane and going back to California?". I had to explain that I meant Jodi's house which is not our home but where we were staying at that particular point in time. So now that we're in Canada are we home? When we were in L.A. we told people we were going "home" for a visit but now that we're here we tell people we go back "home" on the 25th. How am I supposed to keep this straight, let alone a 4 year old!?!
The other oft-discussed topic with Asha is nationality. We are definitely Canadians but are we Americans? Are we Angelenos (people from Los Angeles)? If you have to be an actual citizen to be an Angeleno then 50% of L.A. doesn't fit the bill! When we landed in Calgary Asha asked if we were then people from Calgary. I said we are definitely NOT Calgarians! (I guess I am an Edmontonian at heart).
Well although I am really enjoying California and meeting new people it is so nice to be here where I know people and can just be comfortable. Meeting new people can be a bit exhausting! You're constantly putting on a bit of a front in hopes that the person will like you. I've found this is worse with kids because you worry that people are judging you by your child's behaviour and if she's not perfectly behaved all the time (or in our case a complete spaz at times) you look like a bad parent. But that's a whole other topic!
Here is what I've decided... home is not where the heart is because that makes no sense. Seriously, what does that mean?? For me at least, home is this: where-people-love-you-despite-how-wierd-you-and/or-child(ren)-behave. I'm thinking about creating a wall plaque to be mass produced and distributed worldwide.
So to all of you, my friends and family, thanks for being my home. Thanks for loving me despite my idiosyncracies. Thanks for seeing the genius in my child even though she is sometimes rude (at Jodi's wedding she very loudly announced "yup, Mum, I think we upstaged the bride"). And thank you for helping me learn the true meaning of "home". Now, how to explain it to a 4 year old... Well it'll be easier than explaining infinity which I tried to do today with very little success!!
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