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 Not speaking the same language
One of the reasons behind not blogging is my mom being around here and me enjoying precious f2f time with her. Next to all other things it makes me thinking about the importance of peripheral awareness once again. As you probably know, my mom and my husband don't speak the same language. They usually can find a way around when they need to talk to each other, either by mixing sign language with words of whatever languages that they know both or turning to technology. It's usually works when they talk directly to each other. However, when both of them are around and talk to me it's different: often they can't figure out what I'm talking about with another one and start talking about something completely different. I end up trying to talk in two languages with two people about two different subjects at the same time. Each of them can't make enough sense of another conversation to decide if it's a good moment to interrupt and if their own topic takes me somewhere completely different... Which reminds me of a story [I guess on Discovery channel] about an airplane collision at Charles de Gaulle Airport: from what I can remember it could be prevented if non-French crew would understand background radio chat in French. I tried to find the story, but the closest I've got is this one. The description says: Contributory factors include: [...] The use of two languages for radio communications, which meant that the Shorts crew were not conscious that the MD 83 was going to take off. [...] Not that we have any serious casualties at home, but sometimes I feel a bit schizophrenic :) |
Wednesday, February 21, 2007|
One month
Since he is one months now I'm putting some photos on Flickr (however most are still family and friends only since I'm still undecisive about the first issue :) More on: life
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007|
Becoming a mother
It's not that I had any specific expectations of how it would feel to be a mother, but in any case it's doesn't fit what I expected. Somehow I thought that I'd feel an immediate special connection with the baby, some natural "being a mother" instincts would kick-in and make me feeling it. Of course there are some instincts, but I also discovered that in some respects being someone's mom is not that different from other relationships: it takes time to grow. It starts slowly - from those hard to believe feelings in your belly - and then grows gradually, as you get to know this new person next to you. Every day brings something new and it's those little things that I'm learning about Alexander every day make the connection between us richer and stronger. It's those little things that actually help me to discover what does it mean being a mother. More on: life networking
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© Copyright 2002-2007 Lilia Efimova 
This weblog is my learning diary. Sometimes I write about things related to my work, but the views expressed here are personal and do not necessarily reflect the views of my employer.
Last update: 2/23/2007; 8:40:28 PM.
