Friday, January 14, 2011

"Where you from?"

"Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects."

     I have heard the same question asked of me by many people I've first met or briefly encountered in my life. The question, "Where you from?" It isn't always delivered politely and that is what bothers me most about that simple question. The question is asked with such ignorance that its not a question to obtain more knowledge about me, its a question to kill their curiosity of whether I am "foreign" or "domestic".;)
     I have lived and visited many different states and countries in this wide world, and it is always funny to me how ignorant people really are in the wide melting pot of U.S.A.   I was asked once by a friend, "what is a polite way to ask where you are from?"  My responses:
"May I ask what is your nationality/background/heritage?"
"May I ask about your ancestry?
I wouldn't find that rude or intrusive if someone is truly asking in hopes of really learning the answer to their question.  But, there are a few times in my life where I have experiences such ignorance and insult that I will not soon forget it and will continue to keep a running list in my lifetime.

    One experience I remember was when I was 16 years old. I had an interview for a position as a server at a fancy, upscale restaurant toward downtown Fayetteville, NC.  (I will leave the restaurant anonymous for those that might read this.)  When I arrived for the interview I was greeted with warmth from an older lady who was either the co-owner or manager of this restaurant at the time.  The restaurant was empty and quiet because it only opened for business in the evenings.  It was a typical interview for a serving position to any restaurant.  The conversation was going well, until she proceeded to ask a non-restaurant related question.  She asked, with all sweetness  in her voice, "So, how long have you lived in this country?".  There was a long, awkward pause, as I began to register that question through my 16 year old mind.  I then smiled politely and answered, "I was born in the United States...Chula Vista, California." I don't remember much else after that because as she began to talk, I could feel my blood rise and I was gridding my teeth.   I'm not very good at hiding my emotions either, so I know there was a definite look of anger in my face afterward.  The interview didn't last much longer and all I could remember was walking out of that restaurant livid at the old woman for her complete ignorance and stupidity.  I drove home and huffed and puffed into my house ready to vent my anger to whoever was around.  To some, it may not have been such a 'bad' question to ask, but this was a question asked on pure ignorance.  It was insulting to think she did not even "think" I could be from the United States, based on my facial features. I had to be "foreign".
    Now, on a side note, growing up with an American born mother with a Filipino/Spanish heritage and an American father of  Scotch/Irish heritage, who just also happened to be military, the questions of whether my mom was "from this country" did get asked quite a few times in social circles. It was the stereotype that soldiers were going overseas and coming back to the US having brought "home" a wife.  Most times people would just assume my Mother did not speak a word of English, and would instantly speak directly to my Father because he was white.   I never felt sorry for my Mom though because she always carried her own and when she was insulted, she shocked them with her intelligence and whit! She fluently speaks two languages, but ENGLISH is her first language having been born in Connecticut! 
   
   Another experience is actually kind of comical now, but it wasn't at the time.  One year my sweet husband was home for R&R from his third deployment to Iraq, he wanted to mail some items back to the FOB he was in at that time so it would arrive around the same time he returned to Iraq.  At the post office, I help him seal his package and he addressed it.  When we were called up to the desk of the postal service worker, she smiles and tells my husband that the package was addressed incorrectly.  The address of sender was in the TO: section and the address of where it was being sent was in the FROM: section.  As my embarrassed husband proceeds to correct the addressing of the package, the woman says to me, "Is that how you do it in your country?". After a moment pause, she continues to look at me and ask, "I don't know if you do that where you are from"  (referring to the backward addresses).  I think my mouth was open, as if to say, "no the (bleep) she di'n't!?".  My husband stops suddenly to look at me and then back at the postal worker to say, "She is from this country." The comical part was after my husband spoke.  I didn't say one word, as the postal worker began to nervously apologize for the mistake she made.  She quickly gave my husband a smile to try to better the situation, but it was already done.  I stood there just looking at the woman, as my husband handed the package with the fixed addresses. She hurriedly rang up the cost, gave us the receipt, and wished us a good day.  The entire encounter, I had continued to stand at the other side of that desk, staring at her, not uttering a word.  In this instance, the person was sincerely apologetic, so I couldn't really be mad at the ignorant statement.  But, still the ignorance was there.

Now, today was another experience I will have to add to my list of stupid, ignorant things said to me.  I have lived in the South for many years, yet have managed to speak without a Southern accent. I like to think I speak very clear, English, having also taught on the subject for a few years.  My 12 month old daughter and I had lunch with a friend and her baby this afternoon at a nice fast food restaurant in Dothan, Alabama.  As I had lunch, I fed my baby girl nuggets and french fries and asked her clear, full questions like, "Do you want more?, Are you done?, Are you finished?" etc.  Questions of course my toddler is still learning to comprehend.  Toward the end of lunch, two older men were sitting beside us at a table.  As I am feeding my daughter, one of the old men interrupts lunch and asks, "Do you plan on speaking to her in another language? I mean, do you plan on teaching her two languages?"  As I pause to think how to answer that question, the man says, "I mean, you speak very good English."  Now, I am not easily insulted, I just find it funny (not ha ha) that people really have some ignorance when it comes to races other than White and African American.  I told the man I planned on speaking to my daughter ONLY in English.  I then nicely told him that my heritage was Filipino, but that I did not fluently speak the language because my mother, who was also American born, spoke to me in English.  I would have liked to learn the Tagalog language, but English is my FIRST and ONLY language spoken.  The old man looked pretty proud with himself or I don't know, maybe he was proud of me for speaking "very good English".  Either way, it was a little insulting.  My friend later commented on the question as being "stupid".  The funny party I think was toward the end of the small conversation, the old man said with such pride, "I am an English teacher!"  To which I said, "I was ALSO an English teacher for  some years." The conversation ended abruptly when another person in the restaurant stopped to talk with the old man.  My friend and I soon after, left the restaurant with that question still in our minds. Thinking back on it, it wasn't "rude" just again, ignorant.

   " Ignorance is a lack of knowledge, or a willful lack of desire to improve the efficiency, merit, effectiveness or usefulness of one's actions. Ignorance is also a "state of being ignorant" or unaware (not knowing). Ignorance occurs when those who can benefit from knowledge are unwilling or unable to find or assimilate the knowledge. The flip side of ignorance is having knowledge and not having any way of sharing that knowledge. It is the condition of believing I am my mind. 
Ignorance is removed by Understanding. Ignorance is darkness and knowledge is Light. That which destroys ignorance liberates the truth. These quotes can be used to warn people against ignorance and how it can effect their growth and their performance."

    We will all be ignorant to some things. .I just thought to mention rather than to insult someone and assume someone is "chinese, japanese, hong kong...jazz", ask politely.  But, also ask with sincerity to really know more about that person instead to kill quick curiosity of whether they are "foreign"

Friday, January 7, 2011

Childcare vs Hungry baby

So this is a moment when it really hit me how much my life as a mother has changed.

After a hard week with Charlize getting into EVERYTHING in the house, I really was in desperate need of a break. I called the Child Development Center (CDC)provided on base and asked for a reservation for Thursday from 11:00am-4:00pm. I had a gift card from Christmas to JCPenney's and Victoria's Secret and all I wanted was a few hours to shop in peace, feel like a woman again, and then come back refreshed and ready to tackle my crazy toddler again!

So, when Thursday morning came, I was in a rather good mood. I got dressed up and was looking forward to a "me only" day. I got to the CDC a little later than expected because Charlize woke up late from a nap. When I arrive and drop her off to the Toddler room, I was told they just finished lunch. Charlize hadn't had much of anything before we left the house, a few sips of her milk from her sippy cup, but that was it. So, as I am talking to the childcare provider, she proceeds to tell me that the next time the kids will be fed with be at snack time, around 2:00pm. (at the time I looked at the clock it was 11:25am). Knowing my kiddo, I knew she wasn't going to last till then and she would definitely be hungry. I then told the childcare provider that I at least had two sippy cups of milk to leave for Charlize. As I begin to take them out of her diaper back, the childcare provider informs me that if Charlize's sippy cups have stoppers, they are not allowed. So, after more disheartening news, I stand there looking at my poor baby girl, who is now walking over to the carpet to go play with toys. So, the child care provider is telling me that Charlize already missed lunch, won't have a snack till 2 hours from then, and will be left without any milk because the sippy cups I provided had stoppers and were not allowed. If I left her there from 11:30am-about 4:00pm when I was done running my errands and shopping, my poor child would have gone HUNGRY?????

This is when I picked up my sweet baby and proceeded to the door, all the while explaining to the child care provider that I was not going to leave my child after all. The child care provider than says to me in such a condescending tone, "You have to leave her sometime mom!". I then, retorted with a not so polite tone, "That is not the point. I have left my child in other care before, but the point is that I am not about to leave my child for five hours to go hungry. She isn't allowed her own sippy cups of milk, she will not get any kind of food for another two hours, and you expect her to be good for the next five hours in that condition?"

With that retort, I took my baby girl and walked out the door. It was then I realized that I am truly a mommy. Like a mommy lion protecting her cub. If she is going to go hungry, then my baby girl is better off with me than in someone elses hands. She is my daughter and I will take care of her.

Now the day didn't turn out as great as I hoped for, but at least my baby girl wasn't hungry. She fussed in most of the stores I tugged her along to, she was tired, but fought the sleep, but all the while, she had a sippy cup full of ice water, and snacks at her disposal if she wanted. She got to eat lunch with me, and she spent time with her mommy.

Funny how much mom's sacrifice. I could have definitely used a few hours to myself, but to what satisfaction? I would have had a starved child, while I was out having "me" time. I am not a selfish mommy. So, oh well. Wasn't impressed with the child care and not sure I will use them for much again. Now I at least know lunch will be provided between 10:30-11:00am and snacks are at 2pm. The sippy cup issue is still silly to me, but I am not going to change Charlize's sippy cups just to appease the CDC.


The things a good mother does when she accepts the responsibility of being a MOMMY!





My wine down tonight: White Merlot by Beringer.

Ten Wine Trends for 2011 | The Good Pour

Ten Wine Trends for 2011 | The Good Pour

I have a new hobby! I want to learn more about wines and start a club. Other have book clubs, this will be my wine club. This article has inspired me to start one this year and become more of a wine enthusiast!

The Firsts!

New Years Eve, December 31st, 2009 at 9:00pm, topped all other celebrations I ever did ringing in a new year. I remember sitting on my couch as big as a house, pregnant at 39 weeks. I got up to use the bathroom and suddenly my water broke. A rush of excitement from two very shocked, very soon to be new parents, rush to get dressed, pack our bags, and drive 25 miles to the hospital. After welcoming a new year from my hospital bed and spending the night on into the morning with uncomfortable contractions, New Years Day, January 1st, 2010, Charlize Esmeralda Kruger, was born at 10:06am. She weighted 7 lbs, 0 oz, and was 20 inches long.

A whole year of wonders and woes and plenty of "first experiences" had come and gone and before I knew it, Charlize was turning ONE! I, being the proud mother that I am, will from here on out continue to celebrate the New Year with a Birthday party for my baby girl. And her very first was definitely an important milestone to celebrate!

So, the week prior, I searched online, got ideas from artsy crafty moms, and began to plan Charlize's very FIRST birthday party in style. How fitting it was to celebrate Charlize's FIRST birthday on a day dated with all ones. January 1st, 2011! Charlize was 1 on 1/1/11! I bought glue, cardstock, popcicle sticks, and ribbon and began to get crafty. I made a pink and brown banner with the letters spelling Happy Birthday. I made cupcake toppers, 24 with her cute little face and 24 with the number 1 in various pink and girlie backgrounds. I bought a signature frame to put her picture to have all our friends to sign it. I gathered pictures from Charlize's birth through all her 11 months of life and put them on a sandisk. I used a digital frame to have it scroll through all her photos so everyone could see her growth in 12 months. I rented out a room in an indoor playground establishment and invited some of my closest friends and their kids to come and play and eat and share in the celebration. With all of the crafts I was making that week, I ended up buying ( the 48 in all)vanilla with pink frosted and chocolate with chocolate frosted cupcakes. Food was provided for the kids and the adults got snacks. I spend some nights, after both Chris and Charlize were in bed, sacrificing sleep so that I could cut and paste pictures onto popsicle sticks, and then tie bows on all 48 of the cupcake toppers.







I didn't mind it because it was all for my baby girl. Sure, she's turning one and won't remember a bit of that day, but it was for a celebration for mommy and daddy too. Years down the road, our baby girl will see how much she was loved, through pictures of that very day's celebration.

The day went great, despite the rainy, cold weather and tornado watch, Enterprise, Alabama was having on New Years Day! Everyone that was in town and could make it, did come to help celebrate Charlize's birthday and at the end of it all I was pretty happy with my baby girls FIRST birthday. As with most toddlers, they wore themselves out, playing on the indoor jungle gym. About half an hour after Charlize blew out her first birthday candle, it was time to pack up and head home for naps. After a much needed nap for Charlize, mommy, and daddy, it was time to open her presents. (To think, Charlize will have the best presents every year. She will get to open presents for Christmas and then a week later, get to open presents for her Birthday!)






My friends gave were the sweetest, giving Charlize so many toys. After opening all of her presents that evening, the living room was poring over with toys from wall to wall.

I sat back at the end of the night and had to smile. I did it. Chris and I did it; Charlize, Chris and I did it. We all survived a year, raising a new life in this world. She turned out to be the smartest, most beautiful baby girl I could have ever asked for. Despite all the troubles with the "firsts", I truly have enjoyed being a mom and I really enjoyed throwing Charlize her first birthday party.

I look forward to every New Years now, for two reasons. It is a time to welcome a fresh New Year and a time to celebrate another year older with a beautiful, healthy baby girl.

Cheers to all the firsts! Now to begin more first experiences with my first; potty training, disciplining, teaching reading and writing skills etc. I will never forget the "firsts"