Originally Posted by chicagosarah
I was born in S. Korea in 1972. My mom told me back then, she thought formula was better for babies because that's what she heard Americans fed their babies. She said she tried to breastfeed me but that I rejected the breast. She also said the in-vogue parenting approach then was to NEVER pick up your baby, lest you spoil them. Also, we had live-in help when I was a baby, so I guess I never had much physical contact with my mom as a baby. It's no wonder to me that I have so little emotional attachment to my mother that I sometimes wonder if there's something wrong with me.
Oh, hugs to you!
It's interesting, the difference between your mom and hubby's Korean mom. When MIL had her first, in Korea in the early 60s, although she had to work (at the USO club) her mom treated her son like a king. He didn't touch the floor until he was 1 or 2 (meaning, he didn't have to propel himself anywhere, she would carry him), someone there nursed him for a good while, they all slept together (MIL's husband, aka FIL, but not that boy's father just to complicate things, was away at sea and in America without them at that time), and so on.
When MIL, first son, and FIL moved to America in '71, she then had my husband, and alas was forbidden from doing all those things, not b/c MIL thought it was wrong, but b/c FIL pitched a fit. And then FIL went away (merchant marines by this time) to punish MIL for wanting a family bed, and at a regular checkup she misunderstood the doctor, and started feeding hubby meat at 2 weeks! She finally got a call into Seoul, her mother told him that Americans were crazy, and to stop feeding him solids, let alone straight meat!
I have sort of reminded MIL of her old values, that she had to push down in her head and heart, and at first that was painful for her and she fought against it. But as time has gone on, and especially when FIL (who has since died) expressed sorrow that he kept his bio-son and his daughter out of the big bed after seeing how much sleep hubby and I get, she has understood that I was just going "back" to the traditional Korean ways of doing things, even though I'm not Korean.
Oh, and she gave me one of her podegis, which was cool of her. Since it's padded and I tend towards being overwarm ever since DS arrived, I can't wear it much, and *never* wear it out since it's orange with embroidery saying "greenbud" on it (sigh, I don't think anyone understood what they were embroidering on it), I only wore it indoors, and wore my "America" slings instead (those newfangled pouches and mei tais you know). She thought those were weird, but I could never quite bring myself to tell her that I think someone was making a little joke with that embroidery, at her expense and at the expense of all the other women who bought it in Busan or Seoul (family is from B, some family now lives in S). No matter what, she loves that I wore him so much.
Originally Posted by mama-o
My husband was the last child and CLW'ed when he was four, at which point he walked up to his mother, swatted at her breasts, and said "These cans are empty!" That was that. That was around 1978. We love this story and sharing it. It always gets a laugh.
Oh that's a terrific story!!!