Wow. I truly did not expect so many of you readers–both regular commenters and lurkers– to reach out to me when they read my last post. Thank you. I’m really touched.
I thought I’d post an update. I am feeling better. I’ve talked to my family and I’m planning my own Thanksgiving lunch here, which I’m starting as I type this. Someone suggested a “pumpkin” pie made with carrot because our style of pumpkin is difficult to find here. On top of that, I’m going to try my hand at roasted chicken, stuffing, and mashed potatoes. I told my husband that since we will have so much food, we should invite someone, but, on second thought, it might be better not to in case I burn the chicken and make lumpy potatoes. Plus, this way we get all the leftovers.
Sorry about that tangent into food. I just live to eat all the food. Anyway, I am feeling better. I was going through a few situations that would have been difficult on their own, let alone all at once. I’ve tried to take a step back and gain some new perspective. It’s never easy to feel under appreciated–in any capacity. I would never imply, ever, that being a mother and a wife are not worthy roles and that if that is what you aspire to be that you should somehow want more. I absolutely love being Squeaker’s mother and seeing how she changes before my eyes every single day and how I’m still her preferred person (shhhh!). However, I’m not one of those people that feels particularly fulfilled by domesticity, thus the yearning for a job and an office and a paycheck.
I also probably came down pretty hard on Chile. Let me just say this, life outside your own country is always a challenge, it doesn’t matter how comfortable that country is. Latin America, as a whole, is mired in religious dogma, patriarchy and classism, but Chile is still pretty agreeable on most days.
So, without further ado, here is the list of the things I am thankful for this year in no particular order:
- A crazy, fun, happy, heathy one-year-old.
- Our health. With a few exceptions, we’ve been doing pretty well lately and, knowing me, that’s saying a lot.
- Our families’ health and well-being.
- The gift of time with Squeaker.
- A solid network of supportive friends–even if they aren’t all here in Santiago with me.
- A husband who is infinitely more domestic than I am and makes a mean pie crust.
- The fact that we got out of our cramped, one-bedroom apartment and can finally breathe.
- That I survived the first year of motherhood.
- That Squeaker still wants, no demands, to breastfeed, despite all of our obstacles, roadblocks and naysayers.
- Never lacking inspiration as the mother of a hyperactive toddler, living in a foreign country and navigating the waters of culture shock to this day.
Please, enjoy your Thanksgivings, hug your families extra tight, AND (most importantly) have a bite of some real pumpkin pie for me for the love of GOD!