Holiday Anti-Stress Release

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Since late October, there have been plenty of articles on internet and newspapers under the major themes of Christmas and New Year: How to avoid stress during holiday season, Tips to handle holidays, Best Christmas gifts for her/him/kids, Tips to help to keep your budget under control, Easy holiday dishes, etc… I was quite irritated with that.  I felt that stressful situation was heavily exaggerated.  Really-it’s a nice holiday, plus it’s  family time.  Why shall it be stressful and all printing magazines prepare us for that?!!  Just relax and enjoy.

Well, I ignored all these messages and I didn’t educate myself with all those helpful anti-stress tips.  During one of those weekends we (my husband, son and me) decided to go and buy a Christmas tree.  It was supposed to be as simple as can be. We went to Continue reading “Holiday Anti-Stress Release”

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A Gorgeous Man

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Recently, I was walking at shopping plaza not too far from my neighborhood, and I saw a little sport office. I stopped in to find out more and thinking of my son whether he needs or may need take some other sport classes in addition to baseball and tennis he is taking.

The tall red haired lady welcomed me with a wide smile. She was about 40th or so, very beautiful, real Southern Belle.  I got the info regarding the sport programs for kids, and slowly, (in a minute or  so) we were already chatting about life, love and men.  I don’t even know how it had happened, but she told me about her divorce, which was pretty recent, three kids and plans for the future.  Even I was impressed with such a friendliness (or loneliness maybe).  I like to hear all of that stuff, but I had to lead back home to meet my son.  So, slowly I moved towards the door, opened it ready to say Goodbye. “ It was so great to meet you, “ she exclaimed,  “Let’s have a lunch at some point to continue conversation about men!”  I said: “Sure, let’s do that…but probably you won’t discuss men for a while, “- I said, hinting on her recent divorce. (as I know from my personal experience, usually women don’t like think of dating for a while).  But she seemed to be surprised with such an assumption: “Oh, I am dating a wonderful man now!  He is SO gorgeous! “- And she smiled sweetly and like she was shaking from excitement.  I’ll show you a picture, – she exclaimed… Well, who wouldn’t welcome an opportunity to see a picture of a gorgeous man, especially if he doesn’t’ belong to you?  Continue reading “A Gorgeous Man”

Laugher with a foreign accent

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It’s tricky to speak a non-native language most of the time, especially when you learned it after 20 years old.  Then, language doesn’t come naturally and you really have to work on that.  Of course, since childhood many of us (including myself) studied English at school.  I also knew some, but I couldn’t speak, or understand, or communicate. And, the truth is there wasn’t anyone around to communicate in English with.  I mostly started to learn and communicate in English when I started Continue reading “Laugher with a foreign accent”

Friendship

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Once, my good friend told me: I like America, because it’s so easy to make friends there”.  Yesterday, my neighbor told me:”Yulia, it shouldn’t be hard for you to make friends here-you are very communicative”. Well, I thought about these two statements and I was wonder why it is not that easy for me at all?

It’s pretty common for all cultures that after the family, friends come next. This friends circle is important. I always thought that friendship is like a little love. You never know when and why it started, you can just guess.  Is it that easy to make friends even if you are very communicative, have a lot of people? How huge is the difference Continue reading “Friendship”

It’s hard not to be inspired by autumn.  Leaves are unashamed in their beauty falling from the trees, leaving more light behind them, but emptiness. Sun is not hot any more, but seems to be warmer, and deeper, and you cherish its moment thinking of soon to come winter.  Autumn is definitely the most beautiful season; it has always invoked diverse feelings.

I just wanted to share Continue reading

Shut-Up Music

Last week we were driving in the car and I turned on a CD,  Tchaikovsky. Suddenly, my son started to scream:  “No shut-up music PLEASE!!!”  I was surprised to hear that, and I looked at him: “What?” He actually liked classical music before.

“Yes-it’s shut-up music!”- he continued. “They turn it on at school during lunch and when they do that we have to be quite and say nothing.  All the kids hate that! “

Well, a few days later my husband and I visited our son for lunch at school.  And really that was it – kids were excited and loud, they ate, and talked, and laughed, and made a lot of noise (which is natural).  BUT! Every 8 minutes or so, classical music came on and the kids had to be silent.  I saw many unhappy faces during this “classical music time”. And right after the music was turned off, the level of loudness rose quickly like the buzz of bees in a hive as the kids tried to compensate for the silent time-they were as loud as they could be. I don’t know how to comment that.  In general, I was very surprised to know in that in American school there is almost no breaks between classes as it is in Russian schools (each 45 minutes -5, 10 and 20 minutes breaks “peremena”- crazy running and talking time).  Here in elementary school, for the seven hours kids spend at school there is only one recess for 20 minutes outside on playground and lunch break for 30 minutes where kids have to take a “quiet break” each 8 minutes.  Kids are expected behave in the hall as well on the way to playground and cafeteria, which mean to silently walk in a single file line.  I understand it is comfortable for the teachers, but what is about kids?  Probably the intentions were good: to introduce classical music to kids while they are eating…but, clearly, it had the opposite effect.

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Somehow, my son decided that if Georgia is in South, that it is a constant summer here.  I agree that it is not Russia, but still this is sometimes 0 Celsius or can be even -10.  But, my child refuses to dress warm.  Every day, I managed to send him to school in t-shirt, long sleeves and a light jacket, but at school he slowly undress himself and come back in afternoon in a t-shirt.

Yesterday, the weather forecast informed that temperature will come close to “0”(Celsius , of course) during night.  Continue reading

Raising Bilingual Kids

My son was born in RussiaImage, and, certainly, Russian was his first and, literally, his mother language. His grandmother, babysitter and all the country around him, and I spoke Russian.  But he also spoke English with his Dad.  We didn’t have any battles back then. He was simply bilingual, and it didn’t bother him at all.  Quite the opposite, he was proud of that. Once, I remember we had a transfer in the Paris Airport and we were waiting to check in.  He was around 4 years old, jumping between us and talking freely Russian to me and at the same time in English to my husband.  He charmed two Ukrainian ladies who were sitting nearby.  They asked him impressively:  Is it English and Russian you speak?!  How do you do that? He said, immediately looking sad: “Well, what else to do? My dad speaks bad Continue reading “Raising Bilingual Kids”

GIRLS RAISED IN THE SOUTH (continued)

Next day I was wandering in downtown Savannah checking out its’ wonderful squares and shops.  In one of shops I was checking clothes when I heard excited:  “Oh sweetie!   This shirt looks exactly like you!!! So simple, plain – It looks SO comfortable! “ Aha! “- I thought-“here we go! “ I turned around and I saw three girls around 18-20 years old.  One of them had a green t-shirt tried on and another one held her shoulders and was looking at her with sweetest smile possible, as a real angel.  The third girl was staying next to them without saying a word.  I was wondering how the girl in the green t-short would handle this touching situation.  Despite of my expectation, she looked lost only for a minute, Continue reading “GIRLS RAISED IN THE SOUTH (continued)”