Category Archives: True-to-Life

Yoga Teacher Training

It’s funny, back when I had an au pair, I thought that I couldn’t possibly have enough time to balance everything in my life without one. Now, it seems not only possible, but we are doing it…. Maybe it is simply a product of the kids being older. Maybe we have settled both feet more firmly into the ground as parents. Maybe all that time with au pairs let us sort other things out so that we can get where we are.

I am taking a break from blogging – here and on my other blogs – while I pursue a yoga teacher training certification (20 weeks of preparation and a 20 week course of study, including eight intensive weekends). Yes, in addition to my other job! How will we manage it without an au pair? Sweat, love and help from the grandparents and a few lovely babysitters! :)

Thanks for reading!

My “End of Au Pairs” Story – A Short Summary

As of yesterday, we no longer have an au pair. For real. Our family has decided to stop hosting au pairs and take advantage of a local afterschool program instead.

If you have been reading closely or know us personally, you know that our au pair arrived in late February, which means we ended mid-year. Everyone who has heard this news keeps wanting to know my story. I have been retiscent about telling it publicly, not because I’m saving it for the book – which I still hope to publish one day – but because I realize that anything I say can become politicized. People who are pro-au pairs may feel like I’m a traitor to the cause, and people who are anti-au pairs may say, “See, even a host mom who is committed to the program [can't make it work]….” Not that I care what people think, but I want to be thoughtful and careful about what I put out there in the blogosphere.

So here’s what I feel that I can say, and I preface these thoughts by noting that we probably would do it all over again – hosting since February 2005 – if we found ourselves in the same circumstances and knew then what we know now. Probably.

1) As you know from my prior post, I was just diagnosed in March with celiac disease. To oversimplify, that means gluten is bad for me. At first, this diagnosis felt like the end of life as I knew it. (No more bread, croissants, you name it.) Well, it was, but not in the way I expected. Since I changed my diet, I am like a new person. Among other things, I feel like I’ve gained another hour in the day, since my energy and concentration levels have peaked. I decided that I want to spend that hour with my kids. What better to use it for? I want to take a more front-and-center role in their lives. I never could do that before, and I always wished I could. I thought it was being in a demanding job (law), which I wasn’t willing to leave, or something else that was wearing me down or taking my attention, but it turns out it was actually that I was eating the wrong things. I now believe that getting one’s biochemistry right is the key to the good life, but that’s a story for another post. So, given the above, I frankly don’t need as much help as I did before.

2) Our last au pair wasn’t a bad “nanny” by any means, and in fact I would readily recommend her to another family (and already have). Our kids were well taken care of, but she just wasn’t working out for us. After hosting five au pairs before her, we have a pretty good idea what we expect, personality and workwise, and her style, manner and expectations did not match ours. To be fair, the au pair before her was amazing and was with us for two years, so our new one had a tough act to follow. Finally, she was sick for about ten days during her first month, with a high fever, and it threw us all a bit off track on the training and “getting to know each other” phase. I always say things happen for a reason, and all of these factors made it easier for us to make the break with au pairs, which we have always known that eventually we needed to do. At the same time, this au pair deserves a family who is committed to the program and her year in the U.S., not one biding its time until the year is over.

3) The switch from one person to the next is often difficult, and the older our children got the harder they found the transitions (especially my seven year old). So another simple factor is that we all started to get “au pair overload”. There were just too many changes, instead of the consistency that should be a hallmark of childhood. The fact that this new au pair had a personality in stark contrast to our prior one – which was not evident in the phone interview – simply highlighted the change. The fact that I was less willing to invest my energy trying to “smooth” it out – wanting instead to spend it on my kids full stop – did too.

4) My daughter starts turns five years old and starts Kindergarten in the fall. Once we decided that we might stop hosting au pairs, I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t want to lose even one more minute being frustrated (because once you make a decision like this, even the littlest annoyances become frustrating), so that I could instead focus on being happy and available for my kids in their precious young years. (You only get them once!) There was a day or two where I thought – “Hmm, maybe we can try another person until next February and then call it quits” – but I quickly dismissed the thought and went with my gut.

5) We considered spending another few months to try to make it work and ending at the end of the summer if things didn’t fall into place. However, we realized that the longer we hosted this au pair, the less chance she would actually have to rematch, since families usually don’t want to match with an in-country au pair who only has six months or less left of her year.

6) God, it is good to have our house back to ourselves. The room has already been remade into an office, and we can walk around the house in our underwear (if we ever wanted to do that). :) ‘Nuff said.

The funny thing is, our last au pair left yesterday morning. Our four year old was excited, because she knew that this meant mom and dad would be the go-to people all the time. But it didn’t mean she hasn’t taken away something precious from the host family experience. She spent the afternoon watching (at her request) videos with cartoons of Thai songs and schoolchildren, courtesy of another former au pair. She said, “Mommy, come watch the sixth one with me. I love that one!” I watched it, having no idea what they were singing about, and my daughter intuitively translated for me what is (or what she thinks is) the storyline.

All of our former au pairs have actually been extremely supportive of our decision to “move beyond the hosting stage” – and I am sure they will be in our lives for many days to come. In fact, we may even appreciate them more now, since the au pair clock has stopped and we can reminisce about old times!

A Quiet Food Revolution

Hello to my lovely readers at Au Pair with Flair. Just a short message to tell you where I am. Maybe you love this blog, but you wish there was more of it. Also, maybe you are wondering whatever happened to the book I mentioned that I was writing about au pairs?

Well, I have been in the middle of a quiet food revolution. In other words, for months I was having digestion issues, and I am finally starting to come to the root of the problem. If you are interested in hearing more about it, you can read my other blog – click here.

In short, I’ve been a bit preoccupied and exhausted due to the strain on my system. The new schedule for the book is Summer 2011. I also hope to pick up the pace on posts here, shooting for one a week. I didn’t want to talk about any of this before because I just didn’t know what to say – how can you get your arms around a problem if you don’t know what it is?

Happily, my new au pair (arriving this month) is very focused on healthy eating, so she will fit right into my changed household. As I have ramped up that part of my diet and eliminated other foods, even my kids are getting into the act. More about that on a later post.

Thanks again for reading!

-Anne Marie

P.S. Will respond soon to any recent comments I’ve missed!

Are You Going to Cry?

A friend recently asked me if I am going to cry when our au pair of two years leaves in a few weeks. I realized that I hadn’t thought about it, but the first thing that popped into my head was, “Well, yes, of course I am going to cry. Why wouldn’t I cry?” Maybe it won’t be in front of her, but I will cry for sure. I may already be crying when I get to the end of this post.

She shoveled our driveway this morning with all the snow, you know? She did it because she said that’s what we should do for each other. I try to make it up to her one way or another, but she does it because she’s a mensch (a person of integrity), not to curry favor or out of any sense of obligation. I was at work already when the snow started, my husband was out of town, and she wanted to help out. She wanted to contribute to the family. She knows she is part of our family. With us, this isn’t just au pair program brochure bullshit. She knows that our house is her house, and our lives will never be the same for having been touched by her. Pretty soon, she will not be our au pair, she will be an honorary Aunt, who happens to live far away but loves you just the same.

I use the Yiddish word “mensch” on purpose because, you see, our au pair is a Bosnian Muslim. We first were a bit nervous that she may not want to match with a Jewish family. Her application actually said she had “no religion”, but knowing something about geography we knew enough to ask. She said, “Well, I am Muslim.” And then paused to hear what I would say. I said, “Good, well, I want my children to grow up in a world where Jews and Muslims can get along, so where better to start than at home?”

I meant it. And I continue to mean it. One day my children will meet someone who says all Muslims are the same, and they will say, “No way. You have no idea what you are talking about. How many have you ever known like they are your own?”

My children cling to her. They come running and screaming when they see her. They can hardly imagine a day without her, yet they know the end is approaching. The goodbyes do not begin on the last day. They take at least a month. Rather than awkward, distanced moments as some adults use to deal with impending separation, children hang on. They give it their all, soaking up every last moment of beauty and comfort and joy and tickling and love and … Emina.

OK, now I am really crying. It will not be the last time.

Emina, we love you. Without end.

The Flip Side of Guilt: Gratitude

I had an entirely different post planned in my head than the one I am about to write. The post I envisioned referred to Caitlin Knight’s comment to my “I Feel Guilty for Having an Au Pair” post. I had already thought about discussing how the flip side of guilt is gratitude, and I wanted to work in some of her contributions. Yet I don’t have time for the post I had planned, and if I don’t write something now, I may not get time to post anything, and I will not be able to look back on this day and remember how I felt.

Each moment of my life is earmarked for something over the next few days – some of it simply earmarked as “spend time with my family” – but reserved nonetheless, so I may not post again until next week.

On this post, the gratitude I want to discuss is gratitude about how our au pair – and the au pair program generally – fills in the gap. You know the gap I mean. When mom can’t get to everything, and dad can’t either. So, with that long introduction, here goes my post:

I am entirely too busy to write this post. I felt as though I barely had time to breathe this morning (not literally, of course). From the moment I arrived at the office – about four hours ago – until I took a break to grab some lunch, I have been busy. Sending emails, answering calls, checking voicemails, revising contracts, sitting in meetings, doing other lawyer-type stuff. Because Thanksgiving is approaching and year end is around the corner, everyone wants everything done now.

It’s funny, the other job at which I was as busy as I am sometimes now was back when I used to sell shoes during summers and school breaks in college. I needed to hustle up and down the stairs, remembering numerous different sizes, styles and colors – that one is code 5627 on the second floor and that is code 4912 in the back of the first floor, and that one we sold out of all the size 8s already, etc. – then run out to the shoppers and line them all up in the correct order, smiling all the while. At least back then, the worst I could do was bring the wrong shoes!

So, my sense of gratitude is ….

I am grateful that this morning when the school nurse called to say that my son needed to go home because he was complaining of a sore throat that – in the midst of all of this chaos and my own complaints of coughing, a headache and the accompanying lack of sleep - I did not need to run over to his school and pick him up. That means that I didn’t need to drop everything I was doing, risk annoying my colleagues, blow deadlines and try to finish whatever I could later … later when? There is no convenient “later” when it’s two days before Thanksgiving.

Being a good host mom (or at least I try), I called my husband first to see if he could get my son from school rather than spring more hours on our au pair last minute. He was on a conference call that was scheduled to last another hour.

Being a great au pair, when I did call her, my au pair picked up her cell phone right away and said that “of course she could go pick up my son from school, and what else did I need?”

You know those Mastercard commercials where they talk about all the money you spend on different things and then the last bit about how the satisfaction you get after the investment is priceless….? That’s what my au pair’s words meant to me this morning. “What else do you need? How else can I help?” It makes all of the minor complaints I have about the simple realities of hosting an au pair – number one being the lack of privacy of having someone live in your home – pale in comparison. What nanny would be available on a moment’s notice? (Not one I could afford.) What grandma, even? (Not ours, who are great and helpful but certainly don’t wait by the phone for me to call – not that I would want that either!)

I dare say that without an au pair - given my life circumstances – I wouldn’t be sitting in the office chair I am in today. There are too many of these unforeseen events, even if “too many” means only three or four a year. Murphy’s Law being intact, they always fall exactly when we are least available to deal with them.

Finally, if I wasn’t in this chair, it would mean one less mommy lawyer to be there for all the young women professional hopefuls in the world, looking at us old hats to try to figure out how to do it all. (Not that I have completely figured it out, but I do OK.) I consider this an important part of my contribution to the world – acting as a mentor and guide where I can. It’s a big part of why I write this blog.

So thanks to my au pair and thanks to the au pair program. I am truly grateful.

Time for a quick break – and then back to my busy day!

End to the post that was not what I expected but is what it is.

Happy Thanksgiving, all. Thanks for reading.

Writer’s Block, Children, Time Travel and Self-Actualization

We saw two movies involving time travel over the weekend: Back to the Future, which was great (even for the fifth or sixth time), and The Time Traveler’s Wife, which was interesting, but a bit odd. They reminded me of a post that I had tried to write a while ago, about how I sometimes wish I had a time turner like Hermione Granger from the Harry Potter series.

I couldn’t finish the post. I had a form of writer’s block. Not that I couldn’t write – the words were pouring out – but I didn’t want to face the ideas that were surfacing. I’ll try again this morning, as I sit in front of Clifford next to my four-year-old.

You see, if I had a time turner, I wouldn’t use it to take a heavier courseload like Hermione. I would use it to be a working mom and a stay-at-home mom in the same life. I would go on playdates at the same time as I solved complex legal drafting problems at the office. Maybe the grown-up version of Hermione would use it for the same thing?

Of course, I can’t travel in time. I can only hope that when I look back at my life at some point in the future – or the afterlife – I won’t regret the choices that I make. I won’t see myself sitting here on this couch, I hope, thinking that I should have invited my four-year-old on my lap rather than writing…

Now isn’t this weird. She just jumped on my lap.

tamara

She just typed her name.

danny

mommy

daddy

EMINA

These are the words Tamara wanted to type. I kid you not – Emina is the name of her au pair. How ironic, as she has no idea she is putting these words onto my au pair blog. I am pretty sure she wanted to capitalize the “E” because she does not know how to write a small “e” in block letters.

So, my discussion of self-actualization will have to wait for another day. Now Tamara wants to type more, and later we will be off to the Thanksgiving Day parade. I have about 30 more seconds of patience in this little girl before I need to stop writing….

So, let me link this to the au pair thing. Self-actualization as a mom is something you often need to squeeze into all the times when someone else doesn’t need you. NO – that’s actually a myth. You need to make time for it. That’s where an au pair comes in. More about all this later. We have to type out some more names – offline.

Striving for Mommyhood Success

Yesterday I wrote that sometimes I feel guilty having an au pair.

I know some people will sign on to my blog and only read that post, and they will think that’s the full story. But with blogging, as others are well aware, there is never enough time to get the full story out in just one post….

I don’t live in the world of guilt, but I do visit it from time to time. As I mentioned yesterday, I am pretty much a self-made woman. I pushed myself to get a good education, worked at a law firm and am now in-house counsel. That doesn’t mean I am rich, it just means that I don’t owe my success to someone else paving the way for me. I paved it myself, with hard work and sacrifice. Each day, I continue to make the choice of whether to continue to pave….

So how does this guilt thing come into play? I am tempted to say, “A man would never…” It is easier to make generalizations to prove a point than to live with the complexities. If I were to write the sentence, it would be:

A man would never feel guilty about having a good career. He would assure himself that his children are well cared for while he was at work, and that would be it.

Is that true?

I am sharing my situation as an example, but I am not the only working mom who visits guiltland (and I freely admit some dads may too, despite the generalization above). Friends have expressed the same thoughts, whether they have au pairs, nannies or other forms of childcare. We do well, and then we punish ourselves for it.

Why do we feel – even if only sometimes – that we are not living up to our mommyhood if we are successful in other areas of our lives? I honestly think it is more than just the time we spend away from our kids, which is a topic that has already had much ink spilled over it. It is deeper than that. It almost seems that the more successful we are at the other aspects of our lives, the more the pressure grows to be a “success” as a mom. Is this simply a personality trait of overachieving types or is it more widespread than that?

What do you think?

I Feel Guilty for Having an Au Pair

I almost quit having au pairs, and I almost quit writing about them on this blog. It’s hard to explain why – there’s actually a complicated web of reasons – but here’s one point worth taking away: I feel guilty sometimes for having an au pair.

Why? Well, in part because I didn’t grow up in the type of environment in which families had or could even afford au pairs. I had a part-time babysitter as a young child, but that is because my mom (as a single mother for some years) had no other choice. Since I ostensibly do have a choice – my husband has a steady job, and if we lived in a condo or smaller house and made a few other lifestyle changes, we could make it work on one income – it seems extravagant to rely on this other adult to get us through the day and week. In the back of my head is a nagging voice telling me that I am a bit spoiled for having the help that I do, that other parents make it work without a live-in and at much less expense, so why can’t I? On occasion, that voice gets louder. Sometimes, it gets so loud that it drowns out the voice of reason.

In my case, the voice of reason says this:  I have been a lawyer for almost ten years now, and I worked very hard to get myself here. I can’t call in sick when my child is sick, other than 1-2 days a year or if there was a very serious illness. This is just the reality of my profession (as practiced in my industry in this part of the country, at the very least). I can’t get home in time to tend to the kids’ laundry during the week, without pushing myself to the point of exhaustion, and very often it can’t wait until the weekends (especially during summer camp, where they swim every day). I work a good number of hours at levels of intense concentration, so when I actually am home I want to spend times doing fun things like riding bikes or reading books, not tending to “tasks” that invariably need to get done. At the same time, my husband travels for work, so as egalitarian as he may be – and he surely is – we are not carrying an equal load on the childcare front. So why not have someone help me?

The same voice of reason tells me that I am happier when I am able to be present in the moment while I am home, rather than constantly needing to catch up with things that seem to multiply with no warning. Therefore, I can put the money I earn in the bank, so that I could have an early retirement or rainy day fund, or I can save my sanity by bringing more enjoyment into the present day. What I am very clearly getting more than anything, by hiring an au pair, is time. I am getting the downtime with family of which I spoke earlier this week, instead of being quite so stuck in the whirlwind of the working-mom-balancing-act. (I haven’t managed to avoid it completely….) I am getting breath-catching time. And finally, I am getting a few weekly hours of free-to-be-me time. How revolutionary, soulful and rejuvenating, if only I could get the occasional guilt trips about it to cease.

Also, because I am a lawyer, I know two other things are true: (1) that I am risk adverse and (2) how long a six-minute increment takes.

First, about being risk adverse. Although there are certainly days that I dream as we all do about quitting my job, in my case either to make a stab at a writing profession or simply be a stay-at-home mom, realistically we are not financially ready to make that commitment/cut/move right now. The economy isn’t great, and my husband was part of the layoffs at Citibank back in 2007, right before the market crash. Who is to say that it could never happen again, even if he feels secure in his job at the moment? Why put pressure on him and our family to expect him to be the sole breadwinner, which could in turn put a strain on our marriage?

At the same time, I actually enjoy the type of work that I do, and I know that the grass-is-greener syndrome is not simply a cliché. As much as having an au pair cuts into my after-tax income, the flexibility and constancy of having a childcare provider available full-time (for more hours than I usually need, with a “cushion” on each end of the day) means that I can continue to perform at a high level at my job. That, in turn, means my children’s futures are more secure. It comes at a cost, but the ends justify the means.

Additionally, if you know anything about executive-level careers, especially law, you probably know that once you get out for a few years, you often seriously nix if not completely sabotage your earning potential. Once again, I preface this by saying that I enjoy legal work, at least most days! The trade offs may be very different if I didn’t.

Second (and lastly), the idea – heard from others and floating around my own head on occasion – that I would not need an au pair or similar help if I were simply more efficient is a fallacy. For almost five years at the law firm, I had to account for each six-minute increment of my time. I know how much time it takes to do each of the various things that I am able to avoid doing because I have an au pair, even simple things. Not needing to run through the house in the morning turning off all of the lights: 30 seconds. Not needing to pack lunches: 4-6 minutes. Not needing to clean up the milk that spilled: 1-2 minutes. Not needing to clean the pan after the eggs stuck to it: 2-4 minutes, depending on how stuck they actually got. Etc. Ad infinitum. The minutes saved are more minutes I am able to sleep, spend with my kids or do something else.

So as much as I feel guilty sometimes for having an au pair or similar help – and very nearly talked myself out of it – our au pairs are an integral and necessary component of our daily lives in this family. They are with us to stay, or at least until the end of next year!

*****

P.S. I realize that I sound different on this post than my usual blogger self. This is the other side of me – a more calculated, less emotional side – the face that I wear more at the office than in my writing. Yet it is an integral part of my “au pair story”, and hopefully it is helpful to more than one reader to hear it.

Family Time: There’s No App for That

One of my favorite activities with my kids is downtime. Sewing buttons on a shirt. Throwing around a plush football. Spinning them until we are both dizzy. Banging on instruments and singing at the top of our lungs.

You name it. We do it.

It isn’t an efficient use of the hours of the day, if you measure efficiency in adult terms. We aren’t closer to Point B. We didn’t actually get anywhere. We simply enriched ourselves and enjoyed each other.

Yes, you can say all you want about fine and gross motor skills and learning through play. You can tell me that I am doing the right thing because I am imparting important social skills. You can speak at length about how children need to interact with the tangible world, see their parents in a light other than “parental”, etc.

We sew because we enjoy it. My six-year-old Danny can now put the thread through the eye of a needle (a large one, but nonetheless). He is so proud of himself. He sewed two buttons onto his shirt this morning without help, only some gentle guidance. My four-year-old daughter can cut the thread with a pair of scissors and push the needle through the hole of the button. She chose her buttons, thread and location on the shirt. She was very excited to do that.

As we tossed the football this morning, my daughter Tamara held her baby doll and pretended like baby was catching the ball. We talked about families and sharing, the whole time laughing every time someone missed a catch. Now they are off playing “beach” with some blankets and more dolls, and I am taking a few moments to record my thoughts. The Nintendo DS sits quiet in my son’s room, untouched. The television is off. We aren’t even listening to the radio.

As a society, we talk about our over-programmed and over-scheduled world as if there is no choice to live otherwise. What a load of trash. The way to have time is to make time. Even schedule it, if necessary: on Sunday morning we will have an hour of downtime. People don’t get downtime because they don’t want it enough. They would rather spend their time complaining about how they don’t get any downtime. That’s not the life for me.

Instead, I’m off to the beach…

More About Gratitude (and Families)

Yesterday for Veteran’s Day, I heard on the radio a mom  – who is a Marine – talking about emailing back and forth with the teachers at her children’s school (back here in the States) about homework. It occurred to me, as it does from time to time, that whatever complaints I have about trying to juggle the working-mom equation pale in comparison to what some other mothers face.

Unfortunately, this is about as much time as I have for a “grateful” this morning, but what a grateful it is. I am grateful that I will be at home this evening for dinner with my husband and children. Together. And I am grateful to all of the moms who take on the brave job of keeping us safe, so we can be at that table.