Bringing Up Bébé
One American Mother Discovers the Wisdom of French Parenting. Now with Bébé Day by Day: 100 Keys to French Parenting
(Sprache: Englisch)
When American journalist Pamela Druckerman had a baby in Paris, she didnt aspire to become a French parent. French parenting wasnt a known thing, like French fashion, or French cheese. Even French parents themselves insisted they werent doing anything special.
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When American journalist Pamela Druckerman had a baby in Paris, she didnt aspire to become a French parent. French parenting wasnt a known thing, like French fashion, or French cheese. Even French parents themselves insisted they werent doing anything special.
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The runaway New York Times bestseller that shows American parents the secrets behind France's amazingly well-behaved children, from the author of There Are No Grown-ups. When American journalist Pamela Druckerman had a baby in Paris, she didn't aspire to become a "French parent." But she noticed that French children slept through the night by two or three months old. They ate braised leeks. They played by themselves while their parents sipped coffee. And yet French kids were still boisterous, curious, and creative. Why? How?
With a notebook stashed in her diaper bag, Druckerman set out to investigate-and wound up sparking a national debate on parenting. Researched over three years and written in her warm, funny voice, Bringing Up Bébé is deeply wise, charmingly told, and destined to become a classic resource for American parents.
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french children don t throw foodWhen my daughter is eighteen months old, my husband and I decide to take her on a little summer holiday. We pick a coastal town that s a few hours by train from Paris, where we ve been living (I m American, he s British), and we book a hotel room with a crib. She s our only child at this point, so forgive us for thinking: How hard could it be?
We have breakfast at the hotel. But we have to eat lunch and dinner at the little seafood restaurants around the old port. We quickly discover that two restaurant meals a day, with a toddler, deserve to be their own circle of hell. Bean is briefly interested in food: a piece of bread or anything fried. But within a few minutes she starts spilling salt shakers and tearing apart sugar packets. Then she demands to be sprung from her high chair so she can dash around the restaurant and bolt dangerously toward the docks.
Our strategy is to finish the meal quickly. We order while we re being seated, then we beg the server to rush out some bread and bring us all our food, appetizers and main courses, simultaneously. While my husband has a few bites of fish, I make sure that Bean doesn t get kicked by a waiter or lost at sea. Then we switch. We leave enormous, apologetic tips to compensate for the arc of torn napkins and calamari around our table.
On the walk back to our hotel we swear off travel, joy, and ever having more kids. This holiday seals the fact that life as we knew it eighteen months earlier has officially vanished. I m not sure why we re even surprised.
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After a few more restaurant meals, I notice that the French families all around us don t look like they re in hell. Weirdly, they look like they re on vacation. French children the same age as Bean are sitting contentedly in their high chairs, waiting for their food, or eating fish and even vegetables. There s no shrieking or whining. Everyone is having one course at a time. And there s no debris around their tables.
Though I ve lived in France for a few years, I can t explain this. In Paris, kids don t eat in restaurants much. And anyway, I hadn t been watching them. Before I had a child, I never paid attention to anyone else s. And now I mostly just look at my own. In our current misery, however, I can t help but notice that there seems to be another way. But what exactly is it? Are French kids just genetically calmer than ours? Have they been bribed (or threatened) into submission? Are they on the receiving end of an old-fashioned seen-but-not-heard parenting philosophy?
It doesn t seem like it. The French children all around us don t look cowed. They re cheerful, chatty, and curious. Their parents are affectionate and attentive. There just seems to be an invisible, civilizing force at their tables and I m starting to suspect, in their lives that s absent from ours.
Once I start thinking about French parenting, I realize it s not just mealtime that s different. I suddenly have lots of questions. Why is it, for example, that in the hundreds of hours I ve clocked at French playgrounds, I ve never seen a child (except my own) throw a temper tantrum? Why don t my French friends ever need to rush off the phone because their kids are demanding something? Why haven t their living rooms been taken over by teepees and toy kitchens, the way ours has?
And there s more. Why is it that so many of the American kids I meet are on mono-diets of pasta or white rice, or eat only a narrow menu of kids foods, whereas most of my daughter s French friends eat fish, vegetables, and practically everything else? And how is it that, except for a specific time in the afternoon, French kids don t snack?
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After a few more restaurant meals, I notice that the French families all around us don t look like they re in hell. Weirdly, they look like they re on vacation. French children the same age as Bean are sitting contentedly in their high chairs, waiting for their food, or eating fish and even vegetables. There s no shrieking or whining. Everyone is having one course at a time. And there s no debris around their tables.
Though I ve lived in France for a few years, I can t explain this. In Paris, kids don t eat in restaurants much. And anyway, I hadn t been watching them. Before I had a child, I never paid attention to anyone else s. And now I mostly just look at my own. In our current misery, however, I can t help but notice that there seems to be another way. But what exactly is it? Are French kids just genetically calmer than ours? Have they been bribed (or threatened) into submission? Are they on the receiving end of an old-fashioned seen-but-not-heard parenting philosophy?
It doesn t seem like it. The French children all around us don t look cowed. They re cheerful, chatty, and curious. Their parents are affectionate and attentive. There just seems to be an invisible, civilizing force at their tables and I m starting to suspect, in their lives that s absent from ours.
Once I start thinking about French parenting, I realize it s not just mealtime that s different. I suddenly have lots of questions. Why is it, for example, that in the hundreds of hours I ve clocked at French playgrounds, I ve never seen a child (except my own) throw a temper tantrum? Why don t my French friends ever need to rush off the phone because their kids are demanding something? Why haven t their living rooms been taken over by teepees and toy kitchens, the way ours has?
And there s more. Why is it that so many of the American kids I meet are on mono-diets of pasta or white rice, or eat only a narrow menu of kids foods, whereas most of my daughter s French friends eat fish, vegetables, and practically everything else? And how is it that, except for a specific time in the afternoon, French kids don t snack?
I hadn&r
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Pamela Druckerman
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- Autor: Pamela Druckerman
- 2014, 432 Seiten, Maße: 21,2 x 14 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 0143122967
- ISBN-13: 9780143122968
- Erscheinungsdatum: 15.09.2014
Sprache:
Englisch
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Marvelous . . . Like Julia Child, who translated the secrets of French cuisine, Druckerman has investigated and distilled the essentials of French child-rearing. . . . Druckerman provides fascinating details about French sleep training, feeding schedules and family rituals. But her book's real pleasures spring from her funny, self-deprecating stories. Like the principles she examines, Druckerman isn't doctrinaire. NPRBringing Up Bébé is a must-read for parents who would like their children to eat more than white pasta and chicken fingers. Fox News
On questions of how to live, the French never disappoint . . . Maybe it all starts with childhood. That is the conclusion that readers may draw from Bringing Up Bébé. The Wall Street Journal
French women don't have little bags of emergency Cheerios spilling all over their Louis Vuitton handbags. They also, Druckerman notes, wear skinny jeans instead of sweatpants. The world arguably needs more kids who don't throw food. Chicago Tribune
I ve been a parent now for more than eight years, and confession I ve never actually made it all the way through a parenting book. But I found Bringing Up Bébé to be irresistible. Slate
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