Hello and welcome to Time for Changes!
Here you can find reflections on leaving a nice corporate career behind and dedicating yourself to the family by becoming a wife and mother. Furthermore, you can follow the life changes in the pursuit for another passion: helping others through Coaching and Pilates. Finally, all of this is happening while living in a different country, culture and language – it has definitely been a fun adventure and it’s great to be able to share these changes with you.
The baby section has articles displayed in chronological order but otherwise feel free to navigate randomly through the different posts. They are spontaneous bursts of reflections and reactions along the journey, as different things were happening.
Thank you for being a part of this project, may you find it engaging and enjoyable.
Sometimes, it’s time for a career move. Sometimes, it’s time for more.
Here will be the place and time to share that move. Maybe it will move you too.
And for now, we can’t say who got the better deal in terms of his first year. Does it matter, though? What we want to focus on is that moving forward, they have the best childhood possible, together.
Wasted days “Where are you going today?” I remember shrieking whenever my dad asked me this while I was growing up. This would often happen when I would spend a bit more time at home. He wanted to make sure I was living my life to the fullest, that I was getting out...
Even if it is just a few hours per day, they will still be under the care and influence of their teacher, peers and other school staff members for a significant part of their time awake.
I always believed I couldn’t be a salesperson because I would hear “no” all the time. The irony, of course, is that I became a mother of two small children.
Everyone is crying, I included. We can do this. Time check: 8:00.
You cook, feed, clean, entertain, show, explore the world with him. And then you get a physical and emotional push back or hear “daddy!” as a response.
He doesn’t help me with the dishes or with the diapers. I don’t help him with work. We do things together, we add to whatever the other one is doing.
What caught me by surprise was the more subtle changes, the little polishing here and there, the little wearing from day to day.
The power of routines in babies livesLittle did I know how, one day, routines would be such a crucial part of my life. There ’s beauty in chaos, in uncharted territories, in endless possibilities. Waking up and having no clue what to do next, waiting to see what we...
After trying a few exercises, I was able to make a deep squat for a few seconds – for the first time in my life.
So, am I still the same person? For sure. And I still have the same preferences. But my life is now very different, and therefore I need new tools. It’s all about increasing the portfolio of options at my disposal, particularly when it comes to my family.
We were all doing the same: an act of love, even if solitary. We were all trying our best, to be good mothers and fathers and grandparents.
My heart exploded, and there were bursts of naches, happiness, love and excitement flowing everywhere.
Fear has kept me on my toes. Love has kept me walking.
He, no matter how young, deserves respect and space to be himself. Let him kick.
You would expect that with so much happiness coming from motherhood, Sadness wouldn’t be a regular presence. But it is.
I thought it was disappointing. If most of what we are enabled to feel is bad, how can we be truly happy?
If Anger is energy, what can I do with it?