Category: Book
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The Woman – interview
Violeta Altmann is an atypical mother, if we look at her in a superficial way and especially through the prism of generations raised in a conservative and closed Romania. Towards the end of college she traveled to the States with Work and Travel, in California and eventually ended up working for one of the most…
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Second Mothers book club concluded
Tocmai am încheiat cu succes (adică pline de încurajare si speranța) clubul de carte “A doua mama”. O mămica adoptiva m-a întrebat daca stiu de vreun grup de suport post adopție la care ar putea participa. M-a mișcat profund aceasta întrebare vulnerabila. Pentru ca am rezonat cu nevoia acestei noi prietene, de conectare si suport.…
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Stocking the pond
My blog stopped sending notification to my 100 subscribers, whenever I posted. Some plug-in updates just didn’t work anymore. I didn’t try too hard to fix it, because I didn’t mind it. I felt free to dump my thoughts without thinking that I’m bothering others with the purging of my mind. (Though people are free…
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No joy or simply disconnected
I realized this week that all I felt was exhaustion. There was no joy left in my being a mom. I used to have easy reset strategies, reset of mind, of body, of mindset. Whatever reset I managed, didn’t last anymore. I was feeling pretty hopelessly sad. Then I had an interview with ARFO about…
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Două surori acasă
Într-o săptămână avem noul certificat de naștere. Din aproape în aproape, mai adăugăm câte zece zile la finalizarea adopției. De la cererea de încuviințare a adopției, la decizia judecătorului trimisă prin poștă, la alte zece zile “drept de apel”. Apoi cererea de definitivare a deciziei, așteptarea formalităților ca apoi să ridicăm decizia definitivă și irevocabilă,…
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Perpetually
Whoa. Parenting is on my mind. A lot. This is the season in which I find myself. My predominant love language is acts of service. What a blessing that is, to combine my natural tendencies with my husband’s quality time and physical touch, expression of love. And gifts. We don’t speak exclusively one language. We…
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Gratitude list
I let myself feel all the heavy, unpleasant feelings, and instead of confronting them and then leaving them behind, this time it felt as if I entered a labyrinth. I sunk in deeper and deeper. It didn’t help that we had two days of heavy rain and dark clouds. Conrad gave me a nice afternoon…
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First day of wearing a corset
She tried it on. It’s looks cool. But it’s uncomfortable. She doesn’t complain much. She got teary as she put it on, because it wasn’t set quite right. She complained she can’t breath, that it was too tight on her chest cavity. We let her adjust the straps herself, to whatever she was comfortable. She…
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must. have. fun.
At night we look like we fought in the war. Both conrad and I. I have no energy to write, to think, not even to focus on watching a simple show. My brain is fried. I’m overstimulated. My hearing and my lap. My main live language is acts of service. I enjoy cooking, cleaning, driving…
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altmann.haus
During the pandemic, my father in law struck gold with inspiration. To be able to dig deep, buckle down and get creative in such stressful uncertain times, it’s a super power. Dad seemed to find his groove better than in normal times. I admit I envy his focus. When the girls are awake I can’t…
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Two months together
We keep Evelyn busy Life is fun. Except when it isn’t. When there are rules and boundaries, bed time and business to attend to. My attention shifted to Jaclyn the past week. We go to physical therapy every day. Jaclyn said today: “I love this time I have with just you going to therapy!” This…
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Reminiscing week
At meal time we pray. Evelyn squints her eyes as she lists the things she prays for. Sometimes she goes on and on. I look at her with glee. She is so endearing. I am so curious about what her mind processes, that I find this exercise to be very telling. A few days ago…