After reading the final chapter of Bringing up Bebe by Pamela Druckerman, I am determined to not let the American surroundings here make an effect on my parenting style toward my child. That book I just mentioned? Whether you are a parent or not, it is mandatory for you to read the book! It has brought me so many second thoughts about my actions, how the American mothers here behave and looking back at my time residing in Austria.

No, this is not a ‘How to’ book, but an analysis of Pamela’s personal experience as a new American mother in Paris, France. If I didn’t move back to the U.S., I might would not understand what Pamela was blabbing about! Thankfully, I understood with depth. If you are open toward learning new things and taking insults in plain sight, then you shall read. You can order it via Amazon.com.

My partner, Sokrates, have been bothering me on how parents in the U.S. treat their children and I didn’t understand what he was trying to explain until I became one myself! We have discussed hours hours hours and many more hours toward this topic of parenting styles between Europe and the U.S.. To be frank, this will be an interesting blog. Do not be offended. This is based on what I have read from the book (Pamela’s personal experience) and my OWN personal experience as a mother. Here goes:

My child was born in Vienna (Wien), Austria. We have spent more than a year there, enjoying the magnificent beauty. Parents in Austria do not drive that often. They rely on the wonderful public transportation in Vienna, which consists of: tram, metro, city buses, city tram, train and cycling. Parents with young children would walk all day long to do errands and still have a smile on their faces. It’s entirely normal for them. I remember first coming to Vienna, I panted when we walked down one street! Now, I can strut my way through 15 blocks in high heels with my child without shedding a sweat. Whenever I need to shop for food, I walk around the block to get my grocery and maybe a cup of coffee. Every weekend morning, I would walk down the street with my child to a bakery and get fresh sweets and coffee for a breakfast for the three of us. It was routine. Driving to get my grocery? Unheard of. Also, there are thousands of parks in Vienna! Children all over – but the difference here is that the playgrounds offered are NOT in plastic, but in metal or wood. I would notice that the kids at the playground would not have a temper, scream for more food or even have a fit. They were running around, laughing and not bothering their parents. That made me wonder.

Now, fast forward to now, I live in the U.S., surrounded by SO many Suburban parents, which is disgusting (personally) for me, but that wasn’t the problem. If they want a huge assed mini van, that is fine with me, if they want to waste their gas by driving to every store even if you could walk from your home to, that is fine with me, but when they parent their kids, that is what the problem is. At a school-program-like, parents and their infants would get together in a classroom in a school twice a week to socialize and have activities for our babies/toddlers. That’s when I lost my mind. Plastic toys scattered all over, strollers everywhere, no fathers in sight (sometime they appear) and mothers whining. One afternoon, I had to hold back my temper and let it all out on Sokrates. I’m not naming who is who or where is where. At that program, the leader asked us to sit down and discuss about several topics. One new mother asked about traveling in a car with a baby during the summer, of course, I had to help her as I have had experience with riding in a car for hours and hours with my child in tow. I explained to her that she could sit back with the child and let the father drive, that she could play with the child, feed her, read her a book. One other mother who has already had other children, quickly interrupted and suggested to that new mother to ‘throw a DVD in and she will be fine watching it.’ OH MY WORD. I can not describe the words how mad I was! I kept on thinking, ‘so you just want to shut the fucking child in the back seat!? Can not you tolerate your own child!? Throwing in a DVD is terrible!’ Oh how much I wanted to slap her. But, she wasn’t the only one. There are so many mothers like her, a Suburban mother, who does that very often.

What does a Suburban mother means? In my words, they’re the mothers who do not breastfeed their children (because they do not want to), chose to have a C section instead of a natural birth, dresses their children in either blue for a boy or pink for a girl, who drops them off at a day care for a long time, who forces them to enroll in sports after school, who feeds them junk food, who have Mini-Vans with full on stereo set and a DVD player/T.V., plastic toys everywhere in the house and the backyard. That is a Suburban mother. I am the total opposite of that. Europeans too. Oh dear.

You know, here in U.S., when a child demands more food, their parents just give it to them. Simple as that. In Europe, when that occurs, the parents say No. The kids will quiet down and wait til it’s lunchtime or dinner time. The authority in the U.S. has changed. The authority in the house are the children. In the book, it has had a lot of mentions of French women/mothers/nannies who went to U.S. for holiday/work/events, et cetera, who were so shocked by how the kids behaved in the U.S.. They found it disgusting and sickening. They could not believe it either. Kids would complain whole day and demand things – parents will not argue. They will give up and let them win. THAT should not happen. Most kids here in U.S., have entirely NO manner or respect. It’s as if they have forgotten how to say Good Morning or Please or Thank you or How are you? In this specific era, it has gotten worse, yes, to kids screaming ‘shut up shut up you!’ or hitting their teachers/parents or playing on computer all day long and obese. The topic of Bullying here have gotten worse too, parents ignoring the signs, thinking it’s nothing so serious. On that note: You should watch ‘Bully’ the recently released film in theaters! A documentary of 5 kids who are being bullied in schools. Maybe you will understand more.

Now, back to the time when I was living in Vienna. We would have a weekly mother meet up at a local children cafe, yes, there are children cafes all over Europe! A cafe with place where the children can play as their mothers have their coffee. Anyway, so, I went to that cafe with my partner and our child with other mothers, we sat on some awesome fancy-assed sofas and ordered coffee, the kids just played and did not ONCE pat their parents’ shoulders for something. Parents were smiling, chatting with their friends. I was in awe. Mothers in Europe often are thin, healthy, happy, busy but always have a free time but why aren’t American mothers? They often use sloppy clothes, complain about their children being messy eaters, fat, not healthy, moody and busy without any free time. What has gone wrong here? In a doctor’s waiting room in Vienna, it is full of mothers dressed up, breastfeeding in public, giggling and laughing. In America, mothers in sweatpants and basketball tees, sitting with their back hunched up, moody, feeding their baby with a formula, staring at the wall. It’s depressing. The society has made it hard for the mothers to have any hope of having a normal life. In Vienna, mothers do go to clubs (turns between the fathers and the mothers) in high heels. In America, it’s a sin to ever leave your house in high heels at 2AM! You’re a bad mother! (Now you’re getting to the point where I am so frustrated here?) Austrian children speak bilingual, have manners, open doors for the elderly, eat quietly and are very happy.

Phew. I am very disappointed with how the mothers here in the U.S. have become! A very long time ago, American mothers were very similar with Europeans, but that has vanished for some reason. I want it back. I need the mothers to be happy and not to see a child whine ever again. Ever since moving to the U.S., I have found it hard to befriend somebody who has a different philosophy on raising their children, because I often pity them. It is possible to have well behaved, well mannered and happy children. What has happened here?

Have you or have not you noticed how worse it has gotten with the children today? Talking back, attitudes, tempers, no respect whatsoever. Is it because of the media? Society?

 

United of the States, you may sit down and listen to my rant. After several hours of realizing how this society is crazy, (a big thanks to my SOC210 course) I have decided to input my emotions, feelings and personal opinions toward the social norms in this nation.

I am a woman with nipples. Like every woman in this nation, who boasts two nipples per body (sometimes extra), has only one reason for usage: Breastfeeding. We nurse our babies to health with our milk via our nipples, which is also the best option for babies to be nurtured through development and health after birth. Other than breastfeeding, they are just like any other nipples, sitting on my chest for appearance (or you may consider it as a form of an art). Nipples are a part of a man/woman’s sexual pleasure too (I believe this has been affected by the society itself).

You women, I bet every single of you have experienced this: ‘Oh! Are you cold?’ or ‘Are you getting turned on?’ statements from your friends, lovers, classmates or even teachers when your nipples decide to wake up and point themselves out. Embarrassing experience, right? Absolutely not! This should not happen! I remember being taunted for being too cold or whatever they would consider it to be, feeling less confident in myself, feeling left out, feeling bullied because of my fucking nipples.

THIS society is sick, creating inappropriate norms that citizens would follow up with. My nipples are mine and they do have a right to be exposed, woken up, or even be sensitive. Society should not laugh at your nipples. This society has created for our nipples to be considered sexual and inappropriate. In some parts of Africa, women bare their breasts and nipples and the other people view it as you would view a bare arm! In Europe, nipples are not a big thing – they are not being sexualized or so. Naked sunbathing, exposed cleavages, et cetera are completely normal in Europe.

So, tell me, why are we being teased and bullied for our nipples? Why do we have to COVER our nipples, keeping them as a secret when every person on this planet knows we have a pair of nipples sitting on our chests? Sickening and distracting, our nipples? Men has a pair of nipples and they are not considered sexual. Why is that? I am disappointed with the mentality of this society.

It is because this very society already considers a female being as a figure of sexuality. Once a female baby is born, it is being sexualized with everything: stereotyping, clothing options, privacy rights, different disciplines and much more.

Don’t let the society get to you – fuck them and help your nipples. They have been suffered, hurt, treated like shit and they have not been appreciated (no, the sex acts do not count because it is still being sexualized). It’s time to change. LET YOUR NIPPLES OUT!

Pah! After days of unexplainable separation from Sokrates and the reality, we are finally in the place of our destination: Santa Fe, New Mexico. It was one heck of a ride! I will be telling the story shortly soon.

…Don’t I look exhausted?

Anyway. Yesterday, I flew from Indianapolis to Albuquerque with a stopover in Dallas with my child and my mother, hauling three bags and a stubborn stroller. Sokrates told me a few weeks ago, ‘Flying is much easier than driving with our child!’ Well. Guess what? WRONG! (Psst.. you are fired, Sokrates!)

My child usually has her two hours nap at 11/12ish but she wouldn’t sleep and we were flying at 2.50PM and she wouldn’t sleep either. Distracted by the number of people and lousy seats, she could not stop wailing and being upset, I remained calm and fed her food and a lot of juice. Stress was getting to me. I couldn’t get a blink for a minute or two, so my mother and I took turns playing with my child. The flight was about 2 hrs and 25 minutes (1 hour difference between Indianapolis and Dallas). It was exhausting for the three of us. It was a terrible flight, in fact! People staring at us and I kept on thinking, ‘well if you want to tell my child to shut up, I’d suggest you to take a private jet instead!’ But yet I kept my cool. As we arrived in Dallas, we immediately ate at T.G.I.Fridays’ and went to the desk and asked for two seats to be assigned for us as we could not handle three seats with a stranger staring at us for making noises and so on. The lady granted us two first class tickets!!!! THRILLED. I told my mother, ‘maybe this is something called fate, putting us through that terrible flight only to grant us something good in exchange.’ So you should start believing in fate, people. The flight was wonderful! Delayed a bit because they needed to change the tires (?) and the flight attendants were more than amazing. People were much sweeter with my child and she was at her happiest on that flight from Dallas to Albuquerque.

Relieved and exhausted, we slept. This morning as I woke up to Sokrates and our little child, I couldn’t stop smiling as this is finally the fresh beginning we were looking for since we moved away from Vienna, Austria. This is reality.

I told myself (well this may be a bit off the topic..but…anyway,) that I would remain a housewife/stay at home mom for my little child. THIS will bring up a discussion among us, bloggers and parents, I’d like to ask, have you noticed that there is a big difference between American’s way of parenting and European’s way of parenting? I’m not exactly heads over heels about American parenting. What are your input and opinions on this? I’d like to hear.

AN ANNOUNCEMENT: We are moving, finally!

I believe I have hinted a bit that we would not waste our time in Indianapolis nor in Indiana. It has been made official that we are moving to another state – to New Mexico! We are thrilled, excited, nervous and considerate about this move.

Why New Mexico? Three reasons why: ECE Program (literally the best!), the outdoors and the art community.

Speaking of ECE Program, I meant at New Mexico School for the Deaf (NMSD) in Santa Fe, NM. We are enrolling our child to their Preschool program starting this August and it cannot get any better than that! Sokrates was offered a job and is starting this Monday – his first job in the U.S.! Congratulations, sweetheart! I have visited NM a few years ago and I was beyond impressed with their philosophy in education and the art there was gorgeous and breathtaking. I felt at home in an indifferent way.

Weird thing: I do not like the sun. I prefer rainy days to sunny days. We were actually on the line between Portland, OR and Santa Fe, NM. NM eventually won with a better education, deaf community, friends, family, job opportunities and the outdoors! It’ll take a bit of getting used to because Santa Fe is a small city, population- 75,000. Although, a great thing about Santa Fe’s weather, it has 4 seasons! I’m glad!

We’re flying out on the 1st week of April. Here’s to a fresh start (clinks the glass) Cheers!

Alright, I think I’ll start off with the title I gave this entry. I’m sure most of you people used that statement very often or have seen people use it. ‘You are what you eat.’ This specific statement states that your body and your appearance is based on how you eat and WHAT you eat.I bet most of you do believe in this as well. You may be experiencing this currently or used to experience something similar to this. This is considered as a true statement, a.k.a. a fact among the doctors, fitness trainers and nutritionists.

I used to highly believe in this kind of philosophy…… until now.

We moved to the U.S. in the end of November 2011 and it has taken me a while to notice what is going on with my body just a few days ago. A FEW DAYS AGO. Almost five months on the American ground and things have already changed. Two things: My weight gain and my energy level.

Let’s back up a bit. Let’s see, I have resided in Europe for almost 4 years, spent the longest in Vienna, Austria. I gave birth to a child in January of 2011. We lived in an apartment. We sometime had a car and sometime didn’t. We didn’t carry a stroller, instead we wore baby carrier. We had a small refrigerator along with a tiny kitchen. We lived on the 4th floor. We didn’t have any gym membership nor a pair of jogging shoes. We ate two bars of chocolate each, every night before going to bed. We enjoyed taking walks during sunny days to check out the Flea Market and parks nearby. We hung out at coffeehouses with other parents whilst our children play. We take photographs as a hobby. My boyfriend rode to work via his Basso cycle every day and it is a 15 minutes ride one way. My lowest weight ever was in Vienna and it was 137 (since high school!)

When I was pregnant with my child, I was losing weight weekly and I didn’t understand why. My doctors in Vienna told me it’s normal and healthy. On the last week of the pregnancy, I weighed at 170 (the highest yet!) After giving birth, I went down to 145 immediately. It went down more every day to 137. Even after giving birth, I was so ready to go out to dinner and shopping for non-maternity clothing items in my high heeled boots in the wintertime. My mum thought I was insane. My energy was at its highest. We ate normally as a family, lots of potatoes, coffee, pastries in the morning, sandwiches (Semmelbrot! Yum!) with only salami and some cheese. I hated drinking water, so I stuck with apfelsaft (apple juice) and milch (milk.) We do go out to eat, but not that often, but when we do, we’d go for either Chinese, Italian (Vapiano only) or Turkish. Looking back, there wasn’t any addition toward my weight loss in Vienna. I didn’t exercise. I just did my daily errands as such as waking up 7 in the morning, feeding my child, taking her in my baby carrier down the flights of stairs and walk across two streets to get some breakfast pastries from Felzl (a bakery nearby) and go back up to the apartment and clean the place, take a shower, set up the table on time when my boyfriend wakes up to breakfast. It was a usual routine for myself and my child. I was motivated to get up in the morning. Life was good. My body was good.

Today, I weigh between 165 and 170. WHAT? What did you just say, Brianne? That’s right. Back to my pregnancy weight. That’s when I begun to wonder why, even if I bought only fresh food. It still crawls back up and gains every week. Shame. I realized that it wasn’t because of the food I ate, but what I did on a daily basis. Did I wake up at 7 in the morning? No. I woke up at 9 or 9:30, complaining and not wanting to get up to feed my child. I’ve just lost half of my energy when moving to the U.S. I have a gym membership and it is not helping. We don’t walk to our local grocery store. We drive. Basically, hell, we drive to everywhere! Our doctor office is right around the corner and we still drive. In Vienna, our doctor office was much much farther and we still walked. I just wanted to punch myself for being lazy. No, it’s not my fault. It’s how the U.S. has everything systemized – all over the ground, scattered, not crowded in the middle where you can get to places within a mile. No reliable public transportation, no access to sidewalks or bicycle paths. NOTHING here. No matter how hard I try to fight back, it still wins.

I remember the first few weeks after we moved to Indianapolis, we stuck to our proper routines and diet. We refused to drink their milk because they are bloody sugary! Their sliced bread are nasty! Any kind of condiments are a NO NO! Their chocolate also sucks. Limited choices and access to healthy lifestyle, we both became a couple of shrimps fattening themselves without any access to preserved food.

This feels unfair. In Vienna, I could eat whatever I wanted and still felt full in the stomach and run around like a 4 years old child. Here in the U.S., I have to limit my choices in food and to run for hours in the gym in order to have the energy of a 4 years old child! Insane. Plain insane. This is rotten.

Now, ‘You are what you eat’ is a wrong statement. ‘You are what you eat and do everyday.’ Sounds just right. The U.S. is a bad place for me. A very naughty place for bodies at work.

* I guess I’ll have to find a way to get my body back. Hours in the gym? Fucking never. Limiting my dose of tasty food? No…..way. You can do whatever you want to do in Europe. You’ll still be at your happiest. But here… There’s no way out. Really. This is sickening, I repeat, sickening.

                                                               new year resolutions:

1. Travel across the U.S. in our family Vanagon

2. Move to another city within a year

3. Let my daughter have the time of her life.. Exploring!

4. Settle on a garden and cook from our garden

5. Purchase a fixer upper (house)

6. Recycle more

7. Help the others

8. Find a great school for my daughter

9. Read more

10. Appreciate life more

So most of you remember me mentioning that I am a Cheerleading Assistant Coach at a local high school here. We had a 12th annual weekend tournament at our school recently with 8 other high school teams (as in basketball and cheerleading squads.) We also had our Cheerleading competition last Saturday, which went marvelous. We went up against so many wonderful teams and it was a competition rather than some ‘oh nobody is better than that team’ if you understand what I am trying to say. There were several REALLY good teams that we were excited to see what they have come up with – and they SURE did bring it! My cheerleaders were very patient with the long hours of practice and the discipline – and they did BEAUTIFUL on the court. Jennifer and I was so proud of them – I told them at the beginning of the competition that all I care is that they go on the court and MAKE ME HAPPY. That was all I wanted. Guess what? They made me happy! Happy enough to bring the tears from my eyes!

It’s always important to not have the high hopes because they are your biggest enemy. You have to go low and start from there. No matter what, you should be PROUD of your cheerleaders.

I’m really thrilled because I felt that I have provided a lot of my cheerleading skills, ideas and experience toward this squad this year! Jennifer and I make a marvelous team together!

Aside the opinionated people (they do have the right to voice out so) it is important to keep your smile on and be proud of what you have done. Job well done, my cheerleaders!


Geez. I’m such a horrible blogger and a friend when it comes to relocating oneself to another place.. A friend of mine came over yesterday and had lunch with us, she mentioned that several of my wonderful friends have been a bit frustrated with my terrible attempts to respond back to their e-mails, IMs, comments, messages and letters. GEEZ.

So I would like to apologize here because I have always been like this: I read the messages and not answer back, thinking I would answer them back later (which does not happen very often.) I usually pack up packages, write letters but forgets to mail them out. I find this ridiculous. I certainly do not want any of you, my friends, to assume I am not ignoring you or not giving an ass about you, because I do care for every one of you! From now and on, I want you to be aware of my weakness here: not answering back. I’ll try my best to improve in that area as well. I’m sorry about my invisible-ness.

Now, I felt as if we need a serious update on this beautiful blogsite.
We have moved back to Indianapolis into my parents’ house as we are searching for a proper place to move in. Boston is our first choice and you may wonder why: the city itself is beautiful, it is by the ocean/sea, the city is busy and large, it has been voted as European capital of the U.S.A., you do not need a car to get around in Boston and the deaf community there is rather large! We’ll be looking for jobs there anytime soon before we can officially relocate ourselves.. We’ll see how this goes -
I have taken up a part time job (a seasonal job to be exact) as a Varsity High School Cheerleading Assistant Coach at a local high school here! I have always loved the sport of cheerleading as it brings the best out of me. I’m thrilled to be giving my wisdom and experience to those cheerleaders of the future. This job has been killing my time as well, two hours daily – and we are killing it for several Cheer competitions during the month of January. Wish us well!

I also bought my very first car (!!) So I got myself a Volvo 240 DL (1986) and it is a daily driver. We love it very much as it is extremely perfect for our little family. We have an obsession with old cars, yes.

Now, the Holidays is right around the corner! We will be celebrating Christmas twice – one on 24th and one on 25th. 24th is when Austrians celebrate their Christmas and I will be cooking an Austrian meal for the family. Exciting! We are going grocery shopping today and tomorrow.

I’d like to wish you all Happy Holidays!

What is your identity? As I try to ponder on whether I have one or not, I begin to wonder whether my Identity depends on how people look at me or how I really am behind these doors.

Recently, I was doing one of my 1287389th PSY180 assignments via LibreOffice (a free Text Document application, which is a replica of Microsoft Office) and one of the required questions were: ‘What is your Identity?’ I stared at it blank-eyed as my brain begin to work its way up.

'Missing Identity' by Emma Wood

After several minutes of deep thinking, deep analyzing, I came up with an identity. But I will admit that it is still a blurry picture, because there are so many things that I could relate to.
Let’s see, my red hair is my identity. If it is ever taken away, I’m dying on the inside. Even though I despite the challenges I face with my huge chest, it is still a part of my identity. The challenges I faced has made me into a stronger and a determined woman. As a woman, I cannot be lower nor higher than a horse. A horse is powerful, so am I.

Now, what does not relate to me? What are not my Identities? My age of 22. It’s an at-peak age of 20′s, yet it does not show who I really am. I’m mentally and emotionally 32. I once took a ‘How old are you really?’ test online and my result was a 29. I was proud and still is. Secondly, my first name. My first name? What? Well my parents gave me this name because they liked it, alright, but as I have grew into a stronger and a better person, the name of Brianne has failed to work out with me. I feel like Brianne no longer needs to be mentioned. I need something fresh, something strong and a name that will reveal who I really am.

I’m going to change my first and middle name. I have every right to do so. If my daughter ever grows up and realize that the name we gave her did not do its superior, then she shall change, that if she wishes to. I’ll admit that the names I gave her is realistically and brilliantly awesome, strong, intelligent, beautiful, and unique.

If I was ever named Ken. Ken what? I’m just Ken. Right. Ken. See how low that can pull your self-esteem and self-confidence when you really look at your first name slowly and let it reflect who you are.

I’m still looking for my complete identity.

Sometime I would wish the Deaf world would be big-assed as the hearing world is. There are so many groups of people for every kind of identities. As a Deaf person, it is ridiculously hard to find a right group to fit in. Ridiculously. It’s either the friends from High School or Gallaudet or YLC. I’m beginning to find it lame. I need real friends. Friends who will be there for who I am, not because we got stuck together during the High School times. My eyes have been opened and I am glad I am looking at world like this right now. Maybe you should too.

There is a really big world in the front of you. You need to get off you ass and get there. By that, I mean, connect yourself to the Reality, the hearing world, not to disappear and isolate yourself in deaf schools, colleges, jobs, et cetera. The world has so much to offer. Do not be afraid of what people will think. They can go piss themselves. Do not be afraid of yourself. Go on and out of that door. Meet Reality. There, you will find your Identity.

I think I am enjoying learning those HTML codes even although I may be a bloody idiot at it. I have several projects that I am working on right now and I just cannot tell you what they are! It’s something exciting and I am looking forward until the day when I announce its existence! It’ll be a great thing for us both, I hope.

I am off as I am currently on my third week of PSY180 course over at Argosy. I just am in disbelief that we are moving next week. NEXT WEEK. Time flies. D’oh.

Another wonderful news from me, I have gotten a part time job in Indianapolis! I will be the Varsity Cheerleading Assistant Coach for this Winter season at the school. I am thrilled! I was confirmed by the Athletic Director at the school. As most of you may already know, I grew up a cheerleader (although I cannot do flips nor backflips lol) so I am glad to know there is a squad that will be using my experience and love for Cheerleading.

As for Thanksgiving and Christmas, we will be celebrating with the family. x2 Christmases for us as we have the Austrian one on the 24th evening. Should be a great learning experience for my family and my little gem. But as for my little gem’s 1st birthday, coming up this January, I am already in the planning phase! I am determined to make it the most healthy, exciting, and cozy birthday party in the winter!

What are you all doing during the Holidays?

P.S. I found another artwork that I would love to have inked on my arm, so I think I will have to come up with a gathering plan of all my wished artworks to combine upon each others.

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