After yesterday’s events getting through today was a challenge. Waking up at 7,30 am to run and teach a class full of adorable children, looking into their eyes and telling them that this might be our last lesson together was heart breaking. Taking a lunch break while trying to torture my notebook’s pages with my pen in the same time, wasn’t that great either. I felt heavy and...
Children have a way of seeing into the human soul. They can see things in us the adults that we may have forgot or we never noticed. They love us and hate us because of those things, visible only to them. We, as responsible adults, rob them of that sight and mold them to become like us, just like our parents, relatives and so on did to us when we were kids. But until we get to steal their gift...
My daughter loves airplanes. Every day she points to the sky and screams “Jet! Jet!!!” even when there’s nothing to see or point at. After almost two weeks of making us draw jets on the blackboard and on the kitchen tiles, I gave in and went into a toy store to look for a nice plane. I am used to the blue and pink barrier ever since I gave birth to her, and although I...
My daughter is a cute midget who is growing up too fast. I sometimes am amazed of her progress and the choices she makes for herself. For instance her language choice is at least weird when you hear about our situation. For almost half a year now, she only wants to speak English; maybe because all of our friends are English speaking people or because she hears me speaking English a lot throughout...
There is this small thing that drives me crazy when it comes to Florentine teenagers. I am sure that what I am about to recount happens in many other countries, but I am just not used to this type of behavior and I will never be ok with it. The story goes back to the days when my belly was a giant basketball hitting everything in its path. During my pregnancy I had to use the bus a lot and at...
Saturday morning. We start with a Cambridge test for my kids. Everyone gets a sticker, everyone is smiling. I’m too tired to play, I’m to tired to teach, but I go on not thinking, not breathing my exhaustion. Friday nights know me so well. They are meant to be so that they can torture me to death. I always play it safe. I do my work fast, as much as I can during the day and go to bed...
…Until one day the man gave up and went to bed. Suddenly, that very night, C woke up and the cat was missing from its usual spot. Thinking that he will catch it in the act while destroying the crops, C looked out the window. To his surprise, he could see a young man in the garden, digging holes all around the crops. He ran to his parents and brothers and they all watched the young man...
Not in the mood, tired, empty, feeling purposeless… Shower, early morning, overslept, motherly duties… Desperate for fresh air, coffee break, planning, smiling… Lots of hugs, lunch, leaving, teaching… Children, beauty, satisfaction, buss stop… Home, dinner, lots of hugs, smiles, sadness. This is how my day would look like without using any verbs. I was supposed to...
Once upon a time there was a cat, and this cat lived in a household full of children; in fact there were so many children that their parents gave them letters instead of names. So, the biggest child was A, the second one was B, the third C and so on until the letter H. Now, this family wasn’t rich nor poor. The parents worked the land they owned, their backyard was full of animals that the...
I am taking a break from the Childless mother story today and I wanted to touch a more up to date topic 🙂 . Social media has become the thing nowadays and if used properly it can do wonders. Internet is an amazing tool as well as it can be a very powerful enemy. Parents, grandparents, they are all using it in order to communicate and share faster, more efficiently. As long as the...
