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Family Photo<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Exploration and paleontology have always been my passion. While most of my job involves sitting at a desk and typing away at my computer, I am fortunate that for three months a year I live in a tent, explore remote places, and dig fossil bones out of the earth. In a field where historically, paleontologists are often viewed as \u201cold guys digging up dinosaur bones,\u201d it has been gratifying to help expand people\u2019s minds about what my research field is. But, being a field-based female scientist, and balancing work with family has always been a juggle that has required a lot of creative solutions.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Madagascar has always been the focus of my work, and like many others before me, I was drawn to the island due to its many bizarre plants and animals. The island has been fully isolated for nearly 90 million years, giving its creatures plenty of time to explode into all sorts of amazing niches \u2013 yet how these groups arrived to Madagascar still remains largely unknown. Much of my work involves trekking out to remote areas to find rocks deposited during the Cenozoic time period (when many of the modern groups are thought to have arrived), looking for fossils, and trying to shed light on what was going on during this time.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n I have been coming to Madagascar since 1998 and am very fortunate to have a husband that also does research and fieldwork on the island (studying living lemurs and conserving the rapidly dwindling habitats they live in). For many of the early years we returned to Madagascar, always without children. Our friends were thrilled to hear we were married in 2002, and soon after, the questions began \u2013 \u201cWhen will you have kids?\u201d \u201cHow many kids will you have?\u201d \u201cDo you want girls or boys?\u201d They were puzzled that first of all, I was two years older than my husband, and second that I was thirty and childless \u2013 one well-known Malagasy blessing states \u201cfitolahy sy fitovavy<\/i>\u201d which roughly translates to \u201cmay you have the good fortune to have seven boys and seven girls.<\/i>\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Camping on the beach for paleontology<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n In 2006 when I arrived pregnant, I think everyone gave a huge sigh of relief. \u201cFinally,\u201d I could hear them thinking to themselves \u201cthat wife of Mitch\u2019s has finally figured it out\u201d (\u2026 if we had waited much longer, I think we were going to get a little lecture on the birds and the bees). Our kids were born in 2006 and 2008 and have Malagasy middle names \u2013\u00a0Rianala<\/i>\u00a0and\u00a0Sahondra<\/i>; they have come to Madagascar every year since they were born. The early years of fieldwork with them was hard \u2013 while reflecting back I tend to romanticize it, I can still remember how both my husband and I were both overwhelmed with guilt and worry leading up to our first trip. We are actually quite fortunate that Madagascar is a forgiving place to do fieldwork \u2013 the island has no deadly, poisonous snakes or spiders, no large dangerous animals (such as elephants, jaguars, hippos, and lions), and due to its isolation, many of the diseases present in other countries are less prevalent. But we do have our share of worries \u2013 scorpions, malaria, plague, typhoid. The long list of items to plan and prepare for is now well-worn in my mind, but it took many years of tweaking.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n View from the toilet (at Ankadivory)<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Hanging out at camp (Ankadivory)<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Our summers often amount to an intricate \u201cdance\u201d of one parent leading their respective research team, and the other both working and supporting. It has also helped bring us closer together personally and in collaborating professionally \u2013 my husband has a great eye for collecting fossils, and I help study the growth and health of his beautiful diademed sifaka lemurs. Working in the same regions for nearly two decades, we have a strong network of local friends and babysitters that have helped us immeasurably to manage both the research and kids.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Fun getting muddy<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Chasing chickens<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Being carried on the long hike to Vatateza<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Appreciating local wildlife<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n I am often asked about the things I couldn\u2019t live without (especially when the girls were babies). A few key things come immediately to mind:<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n 1)\u00a0A good set of quick-dry cloth diapers<\/i>\u00a0\u2013 not only would it be depressing to create so much waste in the field, the cost of one pack of diapers can be as much as someone\u2019s daily wage. Cloth diapers (quick-dry fleece), with inserts (and inner liners) were the only way we could function without running water and electricity (and in a pinch, you can even dry them over a fire!).<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n 2)\u00a0Baby carrier<\/i>\u00a0\u2013 when the kids were little (and even when they were quite large), baby-wearing was the only way we could function. The kids were happy to be portered around on my back, could be passed off to willing Malagasy babysitters, and even hiked many hours and kilometers to our remote camps in the rainforest.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n 3)\u00a0The book \u201cYour Child Abroad\u201d<\/i>\u00a0\u2013 while most books are hopelessly irrelevant for bringing kids to the field, this one is a breath of fresh air. Specifically targeted for people bringing their kids into remote regions, it provides valuable medical advice (for example, which symptoms should cause one not to worry, and when one should immediately evacuate), and also practical support, and wisdom.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n 4)\u00a0Ketchup<\/i>. Our kids are great eaters (and much more patient with many months of rice for breakfast than any of the students I have ever brought to Madagascar), but there are limits. When the occasional odd or strange food graces our plates, ketchup is the magic that can always work wonders.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Sahondra cleaning a fossil jacket<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n On the long rainy hike to Vatateza<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n On the long rainy hike to Vatateza (carried by dad)<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n I am continually struck by the ways having my kids in the field has opened my eyes. For example, kids just play \u2013 they don\u2019t care if you speak their language, they don\u2019t care what color your skin is; the desire to play, laugh, and explore is really universal. Falling into a rice paddy or farting loudly is funny no matter what language you speak \u2013 no translation necessary. Having the kids here has also made me realize how isolated many mothers are in North America. Seeing support networks of family and friends, especially for raising young babies, showed me how much we could all gain from having more of a \u201cvillage\u201d mentality. Lastly, kids are resilient \u2013 much more resilient than we give them credit for. Madagascar is unpredictable, and my kids have learned the hard way that a 7-hour trip to the field can sometimes take 24 hours. It seems like a valuable lesson to learn that life is not always easy \u2013 being in the field helps one to appreciate the small things (like a sunny day after two weeks of rain, dry socks, a warm sleeping bag, and discovering a lost chocolate bar long stashed away).<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Bringing my children to Madagascar has also started conversations about the needs of women and children in our area \u2013 ones I am not sure would have happened otherwise. It prompted the creation of a women\u2019s association in our area, and workshops on health and family planning. Our Malagasy friends have seen our kids come as babies, grow up, and now play with and babysit their kids. We have seen their kids grow up, become research guides, get married, and have kids and grandkids of their own. With nearly 20 years of visiting Madagascar, this thread of connection has led to meaningful relationships that I am truly thankful for.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Rianala with her friends<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n The long hike to Vatateza<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Rianala with her new friend<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Friends often say to me \u201cmy kids would never do that \u2013 they are too obsessed with their phones or reliant on technology\u201d\u00a0<\/i>(television, computers, etc.). To that, I say \u2013\u00a0give it a try, they might surprise you<\/i>. Take them on a weekend trip camping or have everyone \u201cunplug\u201d for a few days. For all that technology has done to bring us closer together and make the world smaller, it has also forced us to be too distracted around those that we are right next to. In Madagascar, with no electricity and internet, when dark comes we retreat to our warm tents to read, talk, tell stories, and listen to the raindrops and night creatures as they awaken.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n I would never claim to be the perfect example of a parent balancing \u201cwork and life\u201d \u2013 I have had my share of moments I am not proud of \u2013 being impatient with my kids and struggling with the lack of freedom, and exhaustion. Leading a research team is hard enough \u2013 it sometimes takes every last bit of energy I have to try and juggle doing both (and it is often not graceful). Sharing the responsibility with my husband is the only way that it works for us, and I am grateful every day for the chaotic circus we desperately try to co-manage together. When I see my kids laughing and playing with their Malagasy friends by the rice paddies, climbing a tree to pick ripe guavas, or the glint in their eyes when they find a chameleon in a nearby tree, it feels worth it.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Chameleon discovery<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Will my kids grow up to be field biologists or paleontologists? Who knows what the future holds \u2013 the iterations we have been through started with \u201cprincess\u201d and \u201cfairy,\u201d through \u201cdoctor,\u201d \u201cdonkey-farmer,\u201d and now my youngest at age nine has decided that she wants to be an electrical engineer. My oldest (eleven) just told me she wants to be a marine biologist. What do I hope for them? Maybe that they will have a broader view of the world, and acceptance of other people. That they will learn to be more resilient when faced with challenges. That they will appreciate the beauty of nature around them, and care about the stark reality – that in Madagascar it may all be gone before they are old enough to have kids of their own. But, perhaps my biggest hope is that they follow their own paths and learn that the world is a vast and beautiful place to explore.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Sahondra playing with friends<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n This is a story by <\/i>Karen Samonds, Associate Professor at Northern Illinois University and Co-founder of the NGO <\/i>Sadabe<\/i><\/a>.\u00a0This story was published on January 17, 2019, on the blog <\/i>Field Secrets<\/i><\/a> (available <\/i>here<\/i><\/a>), and has been republished here with permission.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Family Photo Exploration and paleontology have always been my passion. 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