Paris, Not Texas

A trip to New Jersey was a big holiday for me when I was younger. But now kids seem to expect all the luxuries of adulthood! They're not all bad though



Café... in Paris?

I was having a very normal coffee with my friend, Julie, when she asked if Izzy, my soon-to-be six-year-old daughter, and I wanted to join her and her soon-to-be six-old daughter in Paris for a 'girls weekend' at the end of the summer.

"Mais oui!" I shouted in my best Texas-accented French. Sadly, I learned to speak French in High School in Texas... Imagine Pepe Le Pew crossed with Matthew McConaughey.

Sacré bleu

After I got home and really thought about it I said, "I'm taking a six-year old to Paris. Dude, I didn't even have a passport until I was 28." Kids today have no idea how lucky they have it!

I grew up pretty normally. I probably had more than I needed, but I wasn't privileged. I'll tell you, my mom certainly did not take me to Paris aged six.

Philly cheese steak anyone?

When I was six I lived in New York, so a trip to France would have been a huge deal. From London, Paris is the equivalent of a trip to Philadelphia, except of course at the end of the train ride, you're in one of the most amazing cities in the world and um, not Philly (and no, she didn't take me to Philly for a girls weekend either...).

Sounds fishy

Earlier this week, Izzy asked if we could have 'seared tuna' for dinner. On the one hand I was thrilled - fish is a healthy choice and a nice change from pasta, pasta, gnocchi and, you guessed it, pasta. On the other hand, it was again a bit of a head-scratcher. At five, the only tuna I knew of came in a can and had a dancing fish on it. My mom certainly wasn't stopping by the fishmonger and buying sushi-grade tuna.

Not one of the "Primates of Park Avenue"

Obviously, I have something to do with this. Izzy did not learn about seared tuna from 'Doc McStuffins'. I think she's growing up similar to me - well, maybe doing a bit better. But despite some of the trappings of middle class - private school, a trip to Paris and sushi-grade tuna - I like to think we are still raising a normal, empathetic, conscientious kid.

Pass the bucket

She loves donating to charity, and understands what it's for. We were all on our way out one Saturday and there was a person collecting for breast cancer research. She had brought her little panda purse and as soon as she saw him, she emptied the whole thing into the bucket. My husband and I stood shocked and thrilled; okay, fine, I started to cry a bit. And she said simply, "It's good to give to charity."

It's a good thing too, if her tastes continue to stay at this level, she'll have to help her dad and me out.

Sharon, Working Mom and Native New Yorker

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