Notes on a Raising a Multi-Cultural Kid

As most of you may know, I’m from New Orleans. My ancestors are a mixed bag, coming from as far away as Spain, France and the Canary Islands, and as close to home as the Chitimacha Indian Tribe, so I have always proudly referred to myself as a mutt. My husband is from Istanbul, Turkey and with his ancestry comprised of 4 diametrically, politically-opposed nations (Kurdish, Turkish, Syrian and Greek), it’s a massive lesson in compassion that his lineage even exists at all.

Lounging on the Mediterranean Sea in the South of Turkey [Photo Courtesy Kerem Hanci]
My husband and I embrace our cultural differences. They are distinct and beautiful and we try to impart the variety of customs and traditions to our dsughter while also creating new ones.

Living in Diversity

We are blessed to live in one of the most culturally diverse cities in the world! Los Angeles has a very large and active Turkish community, as well, and we have built quite a beautiful network of friends in the almost two decades we have lived here. In addition, we have numerous friends who are also raising children in a multi-cultural family from Chinese to Mexican, Filipino and Indian, an essential example to our kids of the ever-changing landscape of what family looks like. We have all bonded together to form a nurturing environment in which to raise our tribe’s children.

Our LA hiking tribe [Photo Courtesy Kerem Hanci]
Multi-Cultural Cuisine

The kitchen is one place where the diversity of our cultures is highlighted in our house! Any given week, we are serving up the United Nations of food, from red beans and rice to mücver. I have embraced Turkish cuisine, and have mastered an arsenal of traditional recipes, but I also enjoy experimenting with my own take on the various Turkish and Southern cuisine flavor profiles.

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Mucver aka Zucchini Fritters [Photo Courtesy Kerem Hanci]
Speaking in Tongues

A priority for us from the very beginning was ensuring our little peanut would have the ability to speak to her Turkish relatives in their native tongue, giving her the ability to absorb her Turkish roots. My husband only speaks to the baby in Turkish and I try with only about 40% success to speak to her in Turkish, but we are rapidly discovering that as her language progresses, my tarzanian Turkish is not enough to ensure her fluency in the language. Rosetta Stone is a great tool, but I’ll be signing up for Turkish language classes this summer, for sure!

In the end, I hope that my daughter’s experience of being raised in a Multi-Cultural family will allow her to be a conscious, global citizen who has an empathy, understanding and appreciation of the diversity of the world she lives in, integrating herself into the large world tapestry of cultures and traditions.

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The Galata Tower, Istanbul, Turkey [Photo Courtesy Kerem Hanci]

Remembering Axel – A Tribute

Love Fiercely.

It is with a heavy heart that I sit down to write this mid-week post.
Almost two weeks ago, one of our own, a devoted mother, lover of mother nature and single track trails and beaches and all things bikes, Jen of VeloMom and her husband Randy were told the unthinkable. Their youngest boy was tragically killed.
I have been following Jen and her family’s incredible journey since September of last year when they set out across the country with their two kids, travelling from coast to coast and then down south to Mexico. They were living their ultimate dream, their Big Adventure. Travelling, working, exploring and loving life, I lived vicariously, listened intently and admired them deeply.

Live Boldly.

I have never had the pleasure of meeting Jen or her family, but they are my brothers and sisters. The memory of their son lives on in each of us; in every wave that breaks on the shore, in every leaf tickled by the afternoon breeze, in every breathtaking vista we look out upon, we remember you Axel.
Go out today and do something for someone you love; Make their heart sing, make their eyes sparkle, let them know, without a doubt, that you love them.
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If you would like to send a donation, the Charrette Family has set up a Fund that will be used to continue Axel’s passion for bike-riding by providing bikes to kids who otherwise wouldn’t be able to afford one. You may send checks to:
The Axel Charrette Fund
Alpine Bank
119 Liddell Drive
Ridgway, CO 81432
This post was written in concert with my Outdoor Colleagues, in honor of Axel’s memorial service today.
Read my colleague’s tributes to Axel here:

Being Spontaneous with Toddlers Means Being Prepared!

As most of you know, the little peanut and I started the LA Mommy Hiking group almost a year ago (crazy!) and we hike, weather permitting, every Friday, with an amazing group of moms, toddlers and infants!
The winter in LA is the rainy season and it seems as though for the past few months, when ever there is a chance of rain it mysteriously falls on a Friday! In a lot of cases, drops don’t even fall, but by the time we figure out that the skies aren’t going to open up on us, everyone has already made alternate indoor plans.
Like clockwork, this past Wednesday mister weatherman was predicting an 80% chance of rain on Thursday and Friday. We were so bummed because we had plans to go with a bunch of friends and their babes to the Huntington Library, a gorgeous botanical garden, on Thursday and that morning the sky was ominous, so we opted out. It didn’t rain a single drop! Arg!! So, when we awoke Friday morning, we were firmly fixated on making it to the top of some LA mountain trail! After a few hurried texts, we had company!
At the trailhead, the blue skies reaffirmed our decision was the right one, soon after the sprinkles started.
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Conquering Middle Earth
We all looked at each other and smiled; Nothing like a few raindrops to add charm to a hike! The kids ran ahead screaming and laughing, pretending they were in a jungle, scaling the slippery, mud-soaked walls of the trail as if they were tigers and the rain came down a little harder.
An umbrella came out to cover our youngest member and a few looks were exchanged between moms. The temperature was dropping and a small river was starting to run down the trail. It was time to turn around, but of course the kids had no intention of doing a U-turn! Just as we were trying to coax the kids down the mountain, I looked down to discover little dime-sized white things falling on my black turtle neck shirt. I was dumbfounded. It was hailing! Seriously?? I picked up the peanut, threw her in the ergo, much to her dismay, took a few pictures for posterity sake and we high-tailed it down to the warm safety of the car!
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Luckily, I brought along the peanut’s down-filled, waterproof jacket and had two changes of clothes in the backpack, so no toddlers were harmed in the making of this story!
Sometimes, it’s hard to take the chance and go out and do it “even if”, but when you do it can lead to some of the best memories and the greatest of adventures (just make sure you’re prepared for anything!)
I’ll leave you with this picture of the aftermath of The Great Los Angeles Hail Storm of 2013 taken by my friend and colleague Marci Liroff! The look on her Rhodesian Ridgeback, Juma’s face says it all!
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“I guess we’re not in Kansas anymore Toto”