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LightsWe had guests visiting a few days ago, and I was recommended to write here again. I have a site where I have started sharing our family adventure into the permaculture world, and the little I write is there. Still, here it is. Today marks the start of the cold...
I will think of you, and your invitation, and I will be resentful.
Vou pensar em ti, no teu convite, e sentirei azedume.
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.
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.
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...
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?