Why Making Macaroni is Hard for Me, And Other Lessons from the French
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I recently finished the parenting memoir slash cultural analysis, Bringing Up Bebe, written by former Wall Street Journal reporter, Pamela Druckerman. As an American expatriate in Paris, Druckeman explores how the French raise their children. Apparently, there are some pretty significant differences between American and French parenting outside of just replacing a baseball cap with a beret on your baby. Who knew?
Even for those who are not parents or who never want to be, Druckerman’s book is fascinating as an exploration of cultural differences. While I’m prone to think that she might be slightly exaggerating some of the distinctions for the sake of the book, there are some really intriguing considerations.
Some things that I wouldn’t want to adopt from the French approach (as described by Druckerman): no snacking (I love snacks!), a heavy emphasis on physique, and very limited praise of children. Some things I would consider: a greater emphasis on the marital relationship, treating children as beings capable of rational decisions, and ditching the guilt.
The last one is what really struck me in reading about Druckerman’s life in France. She describes the successful women she knows who are mothering, working, recreating, having sex, and taking long, leisurely vacations. And it’s not just that they seem to be able to do it all. It’s that they do it without feeling a huge bolder of guilt weighing on their backs as they partake in each part of their lives. It sounds simple, but anyone who has tried to juggle more than one role knows that it’s not.
The French, according to Druckerman, in some ways seem to be much more progressive than us ye little Americans when it comes to our expectations of what womanhood is. The French believe that a woman is not defined by a single role, and that her time spent lounging, or working on a project, or having a lavish dinner with her husband mid-week sans kids is just as important as being there to wipe every nose or clean every scraped knee. Some might call the French cold or dismissive. Druckerman would suggest that they simply have a more well-rounded sense of self. They apparently don’t just think that they deserve time to themselves. They take it, and with gusto.
Along with banishing the notion of feeling guilty, the French also seem to have a very different perspective on feeling proud. Druckerman points as example to the great (stereotypically female)American pastime of bitching. Okay, she doesn’t use that term, but what she’s referring to is the great Pain Olympics that seems to happen whenever women are together for a period of time. You might be familiar: One woman goes on ad nauseam about she was up all night with the baby and she won’t seem to latch to breastfeed and her husband is always at work and she can’t even take a shower and she has a book deadline due and she hasn’t made it to pilates all week. Then the other woman starts about how much she’s struggling to juggle all the balls in her court.
Druckerman explains that in American culture, there’s a certain sense that in order to feel validated and successful, one must be busy, overwhelmed, and struggle. It’s as if things are only worthy if they require an immense amount of suffering and sacrifice. While I would never assume that the woman telling me about her stressful week was explicitly looking for that type of validation, I see Druckerman’s point.
How often do we fall into the pattern of believing that in order for our endeavors to mean something, they must be hard? I know that this definitely shows up for me, and I also know that I’m not alone. I think it might be why it’s tough for me sometimes to make boxed macaroni and cheese. It’s not because I don’t love it, and it’s not because I I’m worried about consumed processed imitation dairy (though maybe I should be). It’s because it’s so easy to make! And since I love to cook and I know the value in making more homemade meals, why would I take the easy route? It might be because I carry this culturally-based looming sense that things should be harder than that.
Granted, many people make mac ‘n cheese without issue, but I think the point stands. Americans, and maybe women in particular, have learned that struggle equals value. When I read this idea and started to really reflect, I realized that it’s truly pervasive. What’s so wrong with finding pleasure (even if the pleasure didn’t require tons of toil prior)? What’s so wrong with just being happy?
If you’ve read the book, I’m curious to hear your thoughts. If you’ve just read this post, I’m curious to hear your thoughts as well. Do you notice these things that Druckerman points out? Do you suffer for the sake of suffering? Do you feel guilty for not being able to do it all? Do make boxed macaroni and cheese?







