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Day 294 – Spring is officially here!

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I love the first day of March. It’s a special day for me ever since I was a kid. In my country, traditionally, everyone gives out a particular gift today, especially to girls. The gift consists in a small brooch, tied with a red and white string that you have to wear the entire month. Ten years ago I started taking off the brooch, but never stopped wearing the string on my wrist. This is...

Day 282 – Toddlers and their ways

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Today my daughter decided that it’s pointless to take a nap. My first thought: “There goes my work schedule.” as I always use those two hours to try and get things done. Instead of panicking, I took her out of bed and took her into mine. I figured if she doesn’t want to do something it’s fine as long as she plays quietly in my bed while I work. Toddlers have their...

Day 277 – Aimless

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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...

Day 262 – Motherly thoughts

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I always go on and on about children being individuals and not our property. But today isn’t about that, it’s about respect. The new theories about parenting say you should not punish your child in any way, but in the same time they talk about discipline. I must say I am against any kind of punishment, but I do believe in time-outs. Sometimes we need a break from each other, the same...

Day 257 – Train wreck

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10.02 pm – My eyelids can barely stay open. My body twitches once in a while and I have to make a real effort not to miss my stop. If there is a stop. I could easily fall asleep here, in this tram, on this seat, with all these people watching me. I am dead tired. The kind of tiredness that comes after you intentionally pushed all your limits. I am tired and hungry, but I remember feeling...

Day 239 – Lazy day

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Today is family day. What better way to start the week than having a nice, quiet family day. Waking up in the morning, having breakfast together, taking a stroll around the neighborhood and finally stopping by a park to wear out some energy. This is how we’ve spent our day so far and after lunch and an English singing lesson held by Ephia for us, the house sits in silence now. Even the cat...

Day 214 – Another year, another story

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Last year I was telling you the story about how I’ve met my daughter and tried to shape an image of our first year together. That was the year when I had to reinvent myself and recreate beauty out of nothing. This year the paths have been paved, beauty has been seeded and Ephia became one of my rocks, you know, the kind of rock you keep safely in your pocket and polish it until it grows...

Day 173 – Bed day and an unhappy Halloween

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For today I had planned a beautiful day for the three of us to spend together. Nothing fancy or special, just a little quality time cuddling and playing to sort of recuperate the days when I am not at home. The main thing that cuddled me today was the bed and from time to time Ephia who came to offer me some loud smooches on the cheek. My body was and still is kind of out of it and I am still...

Day 125 – Reminder of happiness

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I started my day hearing giggling coming from the other room. I didn’t dare to move as happy sounds haven’t been around our house lately, so I just sat in bed, facing the wall and enjoyed the music playing in my ears. I listened to them talk and laugh and finally decided to join the fun, so I jumped out of bed and headed towards the door. My daughter’s smile lit up the hallway...

Day 102 – About motherhood

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This is an awkward topic for me as I have understood ever since I have become a mother that my way is no one else’s way and that I am considered very annoying because I refuse to talk about it as well as receive any unasked for advice. But last night as I was watching my daughter dance with her father, I felt melancholic and found myself missing that little person who used to be inside of...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu