So dinner with The French People was great last night. Better than great actually. Our friends are wonderful hosts and more importantly for a scaredy-cat like me, generous with the wine (Australian btw, not french). As for the rest, not once was I caught staring desperately at the front door. I was too busy making up french words as I went along. Really, you should try it. Anytime I was lost for a french word, and yes, there were plenty, I just said it in english, but with a french accent. Huge Succ
I also discovered that when it comes to french, as with many other things in my life, I've turned a can't into a won't...and I won't let that happen (hahaha). What started off as a genuine handicap has become a useful self-serving crutch...I know very little about the francophones view of Anglophones but I do have my own opinion and last night made me realize what a hypocrite I was being about it. Whenever the subject comes up, I rave and rave, and yes, rave, about how privileged my kids are to be learning two languages simultaneously. They are in a french immersion school, where interestingly (or ironically) the majority of the students are francophone, and then they play sports after school. I'm not sure where all the other anglophone kids are, (as I write this I can absolutely think af a handful of exceptions) but they are not on the soccer fields or the hockey rinks....So, generally my kids are surrounded by french a lot. And they speak it really well. As well as write it and read it. Actually, maybe they don't, maybe they suck at it. The point is I wouldn't know because, just like those mom's who live vicariously through their little girls and put them in all those freaky pageants and tanning beds (well, not exactly like that), I get to be proud of my kids for doing something that I won't, I mean can't, (oh crap, which is it??) do myself.
So. french classes begin this week, and I can't wait!
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