Author: Violeta
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Mops 2022
Roz puternic anul acesta la @mopsclujA alege sa fii prezenta, sa participi, chiar când mai comod ar fi sa nu, când prioritățile ne sunt in competiție, a alege sa fii acolo pentru cineva, alegi sa fii prezenta si pentru tine, iar asta transforma oameni pe care-i cunoști in tribul tău.Identitatea noastră e un lucru complex.…
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writing club
cinavineriseara with friends who wrestle with big ideas, social justice and initiatives, creative writing, working abroad, embracing new cultures. I’m grateful for my extroverted friends who push the needle to making things happen. I fell more and more tired and less and less adequate to be a proper host, but my house will always be…
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plain story
Filtering my thoughts, my words, my burdens, focusing on the positive, changes the perspective of my story. I don’t like to repet myself, so repeating my story gets dry, I’m tired of it. But I still like to share my heart, my two cents, with the people who ask us. I want to encourage, to…
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Adoption is like a celebration party
Many guests are expected. They’re invited and they do show up: like playfulness fulfillment, joy, purpose, happiness; but there are also some party crashers like hardship and doubt. I am the type of host that acknowledges the uninvited guests but does not linger to engage in conversation for too long, lest they would bring me…
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FOMO or FOBI
Fear of missing out is a syndrome that extroverts suffer from. On the other other hand, introverts have this fear of being included. I am the latter. My kids ask for my opinion often. I ask question, I encourage them to decide for themselves in matters that they can but they still like to include…
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Self confidence
I rooted my belief system in the proverbs. In a childhood / adolescence where I didn’t ask many questions, it didn’t mean my mind didn’t question or wonder, and my heart was hungry for Knowledge, I poured hours in the proverbs. Silence, humility, generosity, wisdom we’re all praised. Self confidence was not among the valued…
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Food
I enjoy a tasty meal. I get creative in the kitchen when I imagine or remember the good taste of some foods. Our bodies are also created to crave the food we need. It remembers the contents of vitamins and minerals in different foods. Isn’t that amazing? I grew up in an era of scarcity.…
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A new school year
After a week of fog and rain, the sun is shining over the hill in front of our breakfast window. It’s already 8:30 AM. But today we don’t have to go to class. We only have the festivity. Jackie is still sleeping soundly. I can ear her breathing contently in her bed. Ivy is of…
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Neighborly
At the blocks Conrad baked cookies for the neighbors, brought them jams and jellies, but only rarely joined the social summer evenings with the other parents to watch the kids roll on their bikes. we happened to move Into this cul-de-sac with wonderful people. We loved the view, we liked the neighbors so we chose…
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No more social bandwidth
An old friend from California popped into my mind. I haven’t spoken to her in a year. But I trist she trusts my heart that nothing went wrong in our friendship, it’s just that I have no more spare minutes in my day to reach out to anyone else. A study I read recently says…
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Cyclical moodiness
Walking up the hill, my eldest is trying to convince me to let her have a sleep over at my parents. They are very lax with rules. This is the mai reason why she loves it there. She feels loved through the freedom she gets. At times we reset our expectations and give her what…
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Honoring the foster family
Three families, who are well settled in their adoption, met on a hot summer day, to surprise and celebrate the foster family that spent at least a year with our kids, our daughters. Who advocated for their well being without any personal interest , today we had a reunion of love, of gratitude, of joy.