40 JUNE 2019 VOGUE.COM
Up Front
Found in Translation
When expatriate Alexandra Marshall moved in with her boyfriend, she faced a cross-
cultural dilemma. Could she be a good stepmother to a pair of French kids?
I
t was an early-summer day in Paris, and I was due
to meet my boyfriend Stéphane’s two children for
the first time. He and I had been a couple for only
a few months, so the plan was casual—Oranginas
with his son, Zacharie, then nine, and daughter,
Irène, seven and a half, at a café near Stéphane’s
apartment in Belleville. Afterward, we’d have dumplings
in a Chinese dive they all loved. I rented a bike, and though
I knew the route between Stéphane’s apartment and mine
better than any other in Paris, I immediately got lost and
used up our apéritif time pumping up and down the wrong
hills. When I finally found the restaurant and pushed
the jingling front door open, I was sweaty and ruffled. And
then came an asthma attack. Nice to meet you, kids!
I had a lot riding on this. Blending into a family isn’t
easy, and I knew there would be stages, each requiring
instincts for patience and forethought: First I would
meet Stéphane’s kids; then, eventually, his ex-wife and
his parents. Could I become part of his family without
disrupting it—or disappearing into it?
I was in my early 40s and had never had children,
partly due to a freewheeling, mostly uncoupled life and
partly a suspicion that my desperate, contradictory
needs for independence and approval would make any
offspring as neurotic and underloved as I often felt.
I’ve always had an instinctive tenderness for kids; I
just wasn’t sure I could entirely trust myself with their
welfare. Also, although I’d expatriated to