There are many wonderful and many challenging aspects of living in a bilingual relationship. That subject in and of itself merits a blog post of its own. When I talk to my husband in French or when he talks to me in English, we sometimes spout out funny phrases to explain what we’re trying to communicate. Last year when my husband mentioned something about Father’s Day he pulled “your dad’s Mother’s Day” out of the hat. It made me smile and I noted it on the calendar. It made me laugh again yesterday while looking back at last year’s calendar.
This year Mother’s Day and Father’s Day haven’t been quite as emotionally challenging as last year. I’m not really sure what has changed. I’m feeling relatively positive right now, so I think that helps. Over the last couple months we have spent a fair amount of time with toddlers of friends and family. I’m getting a bit better about not building a complete barricade between little kids and myself when they’re in my vicinity. I’m still not nearly as carefree and fun when interacting with little one’s as I used to be, but I’m working on it.
My husband, unlike me, has never constructed barriers between himself and the children in our lives. I even think he has become more comfortable around them since we started trying to grow our family over three years ago. I suspect it’s due in a large part to the fact that the children of our friends and family are getting to toddler age and he feels much more in his element with toddlers than with little tiny babies. One thing that has brought me much joy recently, has been watching my husband interact and play with little kids and reflecting on what a wonderful father he will be to our children. There is always a dash of bittersweet in the mix, but I’m thankful that sweet is the predominant feeling of the moment.