Category: Transition
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Rant in blocked care
Am I the only one who cares? When the floor is covered with a day’s clothes, mixed with toys, and books… and these are just the big items. Sprinkled between there are lego men and kinder egg toys. Every single day. I sort through the clean and dirty socks, I sort toys, I make beds,…
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blocked care
“If I feel this way, others must experience similar feelings.” I have this unconfirmed-by-facts sense of familiarity with the world around me. It has been a launching pad for courage: “If not me, then who?” I feel nervous or afraid, but the truth needs to be spoken or the action be taken, and I step…
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Burnout & hot chocolate
Burnout. I feel it all around me. Spread like wildfire. The burnout of life, the tedious day-in and day-out, of social distancing like a home arrest. We all used all our tricks to adapt, to survive and in some cases to thrive. We were not the most extravagant parents before, but we had our sense…
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Reset button
It was a cold Saturday. The air smelled like snow, through it is already April. At 1 PM we were scheduled to get our first dose of the vaccine. And at the same exact time we got a notification from Ikea that they are delivering some stuff, straight from Bucuresti. As luck would have it,…
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Transition while staying put
I like to complete projects. I have lived with loose ends for months now. And I noticed a tendency, to pick up new projects in a subconscious hope to complete some, any of them. My plate is overflowing, like a crazy lavish Thanksgiving dinner. And I keep piling on. And the salad doesn’t fit properly…
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Grandkids
My nephew wanted to spend Friday night at bunici: his paternal grandparents, my parents, who live downstairs in the same building block as us. He is 3 and he is funny and self-confident and stubborn. He loves his little cousin Ivy, because she is near his age. He is loyal and self-aware and talks a…
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Un an de acomodare
Gandindu-ma inapoi la primul an cu Jackie, imi aminteam ca prin vis ca a fost foarte greu. Foarte frumos dar epuizant. Aveam insa energie stocata amandoi. Bucuria noului statut de parinti, care vedeau lumea prin ochii unui copil, compensa orice greu. Imi amintesc ca eram mereu in alerta si nu ma puteam relaxa, nici cand…
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Reflective winter psalm poem
Psalm 93-94 The howling anger was quietedAt the foot of the cross The circumstances in essence unchangedThere was peace in the eye of the storm As emotions and annoyances stirI keep them in checkI push them down with easeI stuff them deeperAnd peace is kept. A month, two months go byAnd I feel less and…
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Modelare vs cizelare
Cât suntem tineri, maleabili, flexibili, ne modelam. Odată ce ne-am întărit obiceiurile, mintea, inima, daca vrem schimbare, trebuie sa cizelam. Desigur e mai zgomotos si mai dureros sa cioplim la caracterul nostru, dar si in procesul de cizelare, putem fi un material bun sau unul încăpățânat, si aspru si sfărâmicios, sensibil. Avem o fereastra de…
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Does God care?
Does He really care about my small wishes, heart desires, hopes and dreams? I’ve always been under the impression that He does indeed. I look Him in the eyes of her heart and he gazes into my heart and delights in me. My problems are not too insignificant for Him. Everything that happens to me,…
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Smartypants
These stylish kind of pants start to fit just right at around 7 years of age. Or so it seems. I frankly don’t like the look of them. I would prefer a dash of humility, self-awareness, attentiveness, emptying the cup of self to make room for valuable experiences and wisdom. I took note of personalities…
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Love versus law
My intuition tells me to slow down my legalism in integrity. I’m hunted by the verse that says that God wins us over through love, not through punishment. I had a good day with my jackie. My big girl. Thoughtful, curious, kind. It pangs me when she asks if I still love her when she…