I’ve lately been contemplating the quandary that is parenting while being an introvert. It turns out that if you google it, there’s an avalanche of blogs and literature out there already about this phenomenon. I read a few and while not all points resonate with me, many also hit painfully close to home. (“You love watching…
There is something tranquil about being able to watch your child fall asleep as they finally lose the battle to keep their eyes open. Their eyelashes flutter closed. Their forehead smooths out, and a sense of peace flows over the whole scene. Given the inherent nature of this sight, I therefore find it deeply and…
Maybe it’s cabin fever, or maybe it’s being slightly under the weather, but today I had to get out of the house for some undivided solitude. I love my son, but the constant demands to entertain him and play with him wear me down and make me cranky, cantankerous, and short-tempered. So I took the…
Today we put up our Christmas tree. It’s no longer an optional seasonal whim now that we have a four year old, but an important permanent tradition we need to uphold if we want to retain our self-respecting parenting badge. Also, I like Christmas lights. What I don’t like, is trying to keep my patience…
Hello friends It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything. First it was the new house, then it was getting used to the longer commute, and then it was just fatigue. Mostly, though, I realised I couldn’t find where to make space for writing in my new life. I have been using a laptop…
Imagine the scene this morning. The early morning light barely filters into the north-facing apartment, leaving the kitchen and hallways cast in deep shadows while a light blazes in the living room and the bathroom. Daddy is organising his work bag in the living room. Mommy is staring at the mirror in the bathroom, trying…
It’s wonderful to spend the holidays with friends and family, share meals, exchange presents and stories. But it’s also really nice to come back home at end of the holidays to your own place. Also, someone here really missed me.
Christmas day is for staying in your pajamas, watching your kid enthusiastically open presents and stare in wonder at the empty glass of milk and remaining cookie crumbs from Santa’s offering, and relaxing with family and cozy blankets.
Whatever my own misgivings about pushing the Santa myth on my kid (and I have loads) it’s difficult to deny the excitement and anticipation now that my three year old can grasp the vague idea of Santa. I have strong feelings about the obsessive connection between Santa and presents in Ireland. It borders on crass…
The first half of the day was almost an unmitigated disaster. The Mister had to leave on an overnight trip early in the morning. Hawkeye was being stubborn. It was taking me forever to get everything together to leave the house in between getting myself assembled and navigating his moods. I changed my plans about…
Despite having a fairly large vocabulary at this stage, communication with a three year old is still hard work. There is much he does not understand in terms of context and there is much we don’t understand about what goes on in his head to put his answers into the correct context. As such, I have…
The Feathered Rose 