Taking a Break.
Life in France is much, much slower.
I’m loving it.
Matt insists on seeing every castle, every village, every market and every truffle farm within 100 miles. While I appreciate his enthusiasm, sometimes the best way to experience the “French way” is to just stop and LIVE.
We’ve done our fair share of this too - don’t get me wrong. The best part of our day is stopping for a décaféiné au lait at a local cafe (two sugars for me, please). Sitting down to sip FANTASTIC coffee from a white ceramic mug is good for the soul. There is no to-go cup available.
It seems like the French take their time. There is no rush here. No rush to eat, or shop, or get back to work. Just good conversation in a relaxed atmosphere (with a cigarette or two for most people). Lunch takes two hours - TWO! - and we’ve had to teach ourselves how to embrace it.
Teaching Tinsley, however, is a whole different story. How do you teach a 8-month-old the value of patience? It seems a little impossible at this age, but we’re doing our best. Depending on how rested/full she is…the results vary. We’re hoping some of these laid-back vibes rub off on her.
(My friend, Sierra, has a baby boy who would be THE BEST French baby. He is the most chilled-out kid ever. He’ll just lay down in the middle of playgroup and nap on the floor amongst screaming babies. WHO DOES THAT?)
Since being here, I’ve realized more than ever that Tinsley really DOES vibe off of us. If I’m cranky and annoyed, she is too. She knows when I give her a fake smile or if I’m distracted on the iPhone. I’m learning that the best parents are fully engaged, fully involved, and always loving. Easier said than done!
So, France, help me to slow down. Help me to focus on the good stuff. Show me how to enjoy the moment and take my time. Teach me patience. What am I rushing around for anyway?
There are coffees to sip and babies to squish!
Love,
