Every once in a while, you meet someone who continually surprises you. Just when you think you know them, they say or do something that makes you take another, much closer look. My lovely friend, Maryline, from Franco-American Dream is one of those people and I’m so happy to have her here for this week’s Small Moments Monday.
When I first met Maryline, I was struck by how kind and open she was. She has a sincerity about her that makes you feel immediately comfortable. Then, when I sought her input on something, I was surprised by how straight-forward she was. Maryline is truly no-nonsense. I love that when I ask her opinion, she truly gives it to me, with no sugar coating whatsoever.
Maryline was born in France and lived there until she moved to the States seven years ago. One of the things that I respect most about Maryline is her tenacious nature and her fierce determination to not only write in English, but to write well.
I am in awe of the way she approaches life and her belief that, with enough hard work, anything is possible.
You bring something special to my life, Maryline, and I love that the more I come to know you, the more I realize just how much there is yet to learn.
Je vous remercie pour votre amitié. Je suis très reconnaissant à vous connaître. J’espère que nous sommes des amis pour toujours. Merci de partager vos mots. (And I know that you’ll tell me if I butchered that!)
Inside my belly button– by Maryline
My cuddly little boy is not quite a year and a half. I call him Poisson (French for ‘fish’). But if you asked my husband, he’d tell you Poisson is 1, simply because rounding is more convenient.
When I’m not quite ready to get up in the morning, but Poisson is, I get him out of his crib and take him to bed with us for a few minutes of playing and cuddling while I finish waking up.
Poisson has been stuck on the milestone “discovering mommy’s body” for a while now — poking my face while I’m laying in bed is an all-time favorite activity. He will attempt putting his fingers in my mouth, ear, nose, and especially my belly button. And having someone tickle and poke the inside of your belly button is the most annoying little thing I can think of.
But because he’s my son, it’s also the most delicious annoyance I’ve ever endured.
I tickle his belly in return until he laughs so hard he’s almost crying.
I then hug him and kiss him non-stop, for as long as he will let me.
Before I even met my husband, I used to say I would never get a belly button piercing because I felt it was a sacred place. The blatant remains of the strongest and most vital tie between a mother and her baby. Yet, in my last year of college in Denmark, a friend and I challenged each other to a dare — it wasn’t until I visited her a year later in Canada that we walked together in a tattoo and piercing place one night, and left it with a bejeweled navel.
Fast forward a few years.
Around the 6th month of my pregnancy, the skin on my belly was already stretching far beyond what I had ever imagined possible, therefore I removed the piercing at once.
Many months after my son was born, I realized I never wanted the piercing back. Though I tried once, I promptly realized it would not go in anymore; but most importantly I did not feel like decorating my postpartum belly anymore.
My belly button is now sacred again. The only foreign “body” it will ever house now, is my son’s poky fingers.
Now, head over and say hello to Maryline on Franco-American Dream. Don’t miss a few of my favorite posts, 11 French Things that are only French in America, Declutter Tuesday — Launch and In the rear-view mirror.