First of all, OMG this thing still exists. Secondly, I'm a little concerned I didn't need a password to type up a new entry. I haven't seen this thing in two years and Blogger believes it's still me, the original user, getting access. But, eh, they're right, so whatev.
Yes, I'm back and hopefully here to stay (a little longer) this time. I'm thinking that the focus will most likely shift from being an expat in Morocco to being an expat raising kids in Morocco. Adding a second lil' goober to the mix would do something like that. But, I promise to make posts about bringing up babies Moroccan style go beyond just the interests of those of you with kiddos of your own. Because everyone wants to read a rant about how there are no changing tables in public bathrooms in all of Morocco, right?
I considered changing the name of the blog to suit the addition of the kid factor, but it'd be something lame like "Orange Blossom, Mint, and Spit Up." So, uhm, no. Plus, it'd mean finding another background as awesome as my couch cushions. I suppose I could compose a shot of the pillows covered in spit up. I'm sure the baby would oblige, but she's sleeping, and sleep is what makes this blog possible.
To usher in the new era of "Orange Blossom and Mint," I want to bring up something super big and important here (please note lack of sarcasm.) It is: the EVIL EYE. Just typing it - and possibly reading it (sorry)- probably jinxed us all. How I understand it is this: the evil eye is essentially jealous people sending out bad juju from saying something admiring, but really having bad feelings behind the remark. And even if you aren't jealous, you basically don't want to say anything admiring because you'd either attract the attention of a jealous person to the admirable thing, or be accused of having the evil eye if said thing came into harm's way. A lot of Moroccans apparently have the evil eye- bad.
So, what happens if you can't say anything admiring? You point out all the negatives. Nothing made this more clear to me than when I had Salim. I couldn't point any of the good things about his health, several of which I was quite proud. At. All. Whenever I tried to mention something to my husband or in-laws, they'd be like, "That's great, now shut yer trap." But see a skinny baby, and that's all people will talk about. Even head size. A baby having a big head apparently is a good thing (trust me, not that great for a mom doing natural childbirth), and, therefore, cannot be spoken of. But a small head is an a-okay conversation starter. My husband couldn't stop gushing over what a tiny head his cousin's baby had, to his cousin's face. Not a prob.
It's essentially the complete opposite of the "elephant in the room" culture we've got in the US. Americans compliment the hell out of little kids and cast sideways glances at one another if there's any indication of a problem. It's more of an "ignore it 'til it goes away" approach. Having dealt with both methods, I definitely appreciate the American way. It's much nicer to be complimented by a person you meet for the first time rather than have them point out your acne and proceed to touch it (true story).
Lesson learned: in Morocco, make the parents worry about their kid's health. If the kid looks sickly, talk about it. If you think the squirt might have a learning disability- let everyone know. That way the parents will only worry about medical concerns and don't have to worry about bad juju from the evil eye. And, people won't think you have the evil eye. Which you don't want them to, because, once someone puts it out there that you caused a bad thing to happen with a compliment, you're off the guest list for good. It's true. I've seen it happen more than once.
This is just the tip of the iceberg of the evil eye in Morocco. It goes into cars, clothes, injures, deaths, school, everything. And then there are the ways to prevent it. Small animals lose their tiny lives to protect against the evil eye. But, we've had enough.
Please, leave comments, just nothing nice.
Yes, I'm back and hopefully here to stay (a little longer) this time. I'm thinking that the focus will most likely shift from being an expat in Morocco to being an expat raising kids in Morocco. Adding a second lil' goober to the mix would do something like that. But, I promise to make posts about bringing up babies Moroccan style go beyond just the interests of those of you with kiddos of your own. Because everyone wants to read a rant about how there are no changing tables in public bathrooms in all of Morocco, right?
I considered changing the name of the blog to suit the addition of the kid factor, but it'd be something lame like "Orange Blossom, Mint, and Spit Up." So, uhm, no. Plus, it'd mean finding another background as awesome as my couch cushions. I suppose I could compose a shot of the pillows covered in spit up. I'm sure the baby would oblige, but she's sleeping, and sleep is what makes this blog possible.
To usher in the new era of "Orange Blossom and Mint," I want to bring up something super big and important here (please note lack of sarcasm.) It is: the EVIL EYE. Just typing it - and possibly reading it (sorry)- probably jinxed us all. How I understand it is this: the evil eye is essentially jealous people sending out bad juju from saying something admiring, but really having bad feelings behind the remark. And even if you aren't jealous, you basically don't want to say anything admiring because you'd either attract the attention of a jealous person to the admirable thing, or be accused of having the evil eye if said thing came into harm's way. A lot of Moroccans apparently have the evil eye- bad.
So, what happens if you can't say anything admiring? You point out all the negatives. Nothing made this more clear to me than when I had Salim. I couldn't point any of the good things about his health, several of which I was quite proud. At. All. Whenever I tried to mention something to my husband or in-laws, they'd be like, "That's great, now shut yer trap." But see a skinny baby, and that's all people will talk about. Even head size. A baby having a big head apparently is a good thing (trust me, not that great for a mom doing natural childbirth), and, therefore, cannot be spoken of. But a small head is an a-okay conversation starter. My husband couldn't stop gushing over what a tiny head his cousin's baby had, to his cousin's face. Not a prob.
Big Head's Selfie |
It's essentially the complete opposite of the "elephant in the room" culture we've got in the US. Americans compliment the hell out of little kids and cast sideways glances at one another if there's any indication of a problem. It's more of an "ignore it 'til it goes away" approach. Having dealt with both methods, I definitely appreciate the American way. It's much nicer to be complimented by a person you meet for the first time rather than have them point out your acne and proceed to touch it (true story).
Lesson learned: in Morocco, make the parents worry about their kid's health. If the kid looks sickly, talk about it. If you think the squirt might have a learning disability- let everyone know. That way the parents will only worry about medical concerns and don't have to worry about bad juju from the evil eye. And, people won't think you have the evil eye. Which you don't want them to, because, once someone puts it out there that you caused a bad thing to happen with a compliment, you're off the guest list for good. It's true. I've seen it happen more than once.
This is just the tip of the iceberg of the evil eye in Morocco. It goes into cars, clothes, injures, deaths, school, everything. And then there are the ways to prevent it. Small animals lose their tiny lives to protect against the evil eye. But, we've had enough.
Please, leave comments, just nothing nice.