This year has been one of the most challenging, emotionally and physically. The weeks and months were wrapped in blissful moments of happiness, uncontrollable tears of laughter, frustration beyond expression, anger that could not be comprehended, much-needed sobbing, and bountiful love. Bountiful, grounding, fulfilling love – that was constant through it all. This last month,…
My son is not a bobble-head anymore. He smiles when he likes something, laughs when we tickle him. He is learning to make new sounds, and learning to crawl. He has fake attention-seeking crying, complaining crying, hungry crying and full-on something is wrong crying. He is almost eight months old and this is how much…
There is no way around Monday morning blues. In some ways, life is also like that, I guess. So, as I enjoy this warm, sunny Sunday with my kids, here are some of my two-truths-one-lie version of seeing the full part of my glass: + It’s going to be up to 26 degrees until the…
As a concerned parent, born before the internet took over our lives, I am unsure of how to deal. At the moment, I follow the “best to say no when you’re unsure” line of thought. Tell me more?
On the one hand, it feels like this year has been each day dragging through to the next- like that feeling of your feet sinking deeper as the wave of water recedes into the ocean. On the other, these last twelve months have whizzed by in a flash and dropped a beautiful little boy in our hands, like watching the waves and constantly being fascinated without worrying about how much time has passed!
A little more than a month ago, I could barely move from the couch to the bed, forget shopping! So I wrote H a letter for his birthday this year. This post is an edited version of that letter because talking about constructed gender roles and our flawed system is important in attempting to make a change.
We are all in it- this vicious, self-indulgent, never-ending cycle of posting pictures, sharing online- of forgetting to live in the moment and be present, physically and mentally for special moments, or even mundane everyday-ing and make somehow try to make it all share-online-worthy. I am completely guilty of it too. But not when it comes to K.
Today is das Baby’s calculated due date. While H and I still wait, the bright side is that it’s a public holiday here in Germany . I’d like to think it’s actually for us, in celebration of reaching a full-term pregnancy, but not without a tiny complaint.
This pregnancy has seen a lot of reading – on the laptop, on mobile baby apps, and the traditional ways of course- books and handouts. While all that is handy information, especially the digital ones at our fingertips, I have personally found that nothing is more reassuring than actually speaking to someone who knows what they’re talking about.
I feel like we have all become so overly sensitive about how much we talk or not talk, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, Whatsapp, Skype not making that better. So let’s remind ourselves to not take everything personally, take offence or make it about ourselves in these situations. Most of the time, it is less about ourselves and more about just accepting life for what it is, how technology has changed the way we interact with each other and of most importantly, empathising with one another.