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Back to the New Normal of Parenthood

Back to the New Normal of Parenthood

Back to the New Normal of Parenthood

Another mom post – mmmh – yes and no, I would call it HUMAN but mum influenced.

When you are only responsible for yourself these things like “am I a role model” or “what do others think” seem not to be important at all. OK, for some the second point is their life but let’s go away from those 🙂

What I mean is, I lived my life before I was a mom just the way I wanted to – I never thought of being a good example – I did what I wanted and what I deemed for myself to be correct and that’s it.

Now I see it slightly different because I have to be a good example, especially at the moment with a little parrot toddler.

My child is showing me where I can improve to be a better person on the one hand and on the other I realize that there are many things which I don’t want him to learn as being normal in this world.

It’s funny how wonderful my own childhood is now in my memory. It was wonderful but people tend to remember things brighter as they were. Surely not everything was better and I don’t want to sound like an old grumpy lady stating everything was better in the past because that’s not true but there were VALUES and I start to miss many of them nowadays.

I see children with no respect, running into adults without saying sorry, taking toys for granted and many seem to have no behavior anymore.

I don’t want my son to be that kind of child. He learns that respecting others is important because he wants to be respected as well. He learns that everyone makes mistakes and saying sorry is not a sign of weakness, saying thanks and please is something we live, he learns it as being normal and that’s how I learned it as well when I was a child.

We don’t bury him under the newest toys and gadgets for toddlers because it’s simply not needed. Children are so wonderfully innocent and find always something to play with, I don’t want to take away his curiosity and fantasy because that’s what is so precious in growing up. A simple carton box can be his toy for several days and only he knows what he is playing but if you watch him he’s the happiest little boy on earth.

The new normal is the headline, maybe you realize already what I mean.

I’ve seen a little girl recently which wanted to look like Elsa and I have no idea who Elsa is and had to google it. She’s influenced at the age of not even two by an artificial figure and wants long blond hair and princess dresses “to be also so beautiful”.

A little boy (around 4 to 5 years) is telling his mom in the supermarket that he wants to go home because he is too stressed and wants to relax.

These are only two examples from many many others I could give.

Where is the carefree childhood? Why do girls think they need to look like someone else to be beautiful, why does a boy at the age of four even know the word stressed?

It’s us!

We are the ones who have to give them the carefree childhood they deserve, it’s us who have to protect them from thinking they are not beautiful because they are the most beautiful humans on earth! We need to protect them and give them all the time they need to develop and grow without knowing what the word stress even means.

They need us to assure them day by day that they are perfect the way they are, that they can trust we are there for them whatever may happen, that they are cared for and loved endlessly, this is what they need to build a strong self-confidence, not figures like Elsa or a full calendar at the age of four.

I want to be like daddy, I want to be like mommy – aren’t these the sentences which proof that we are doing our job?

I sit down on the floor and I build castles out of sand, we snuggle and giggle and hide under blankets, we run in a goofy way through the house and can’t stop laughing – these are the memories I want my son to share with his children one day, not that he loved a movie character when he was three and the Chinese teacher (which seems to be a new trend as well) was his best friend at the age of three.

Let’s start a new normal, let’s be the old-fashioned parents who don’t start to park their children in front of the TV, who don’t support this big movie toy/gadget market out there, who choose to be retro if you want to call it like that in a modern way. We don’t have drive cars without seats for our children because we know better than the generation of our parents how dangerous it can be, but we still don’t need the iPad adapter for the back seats because we can sing all children’s songs loud in the car.

I love to go back to the old style with the knowledge from today!

Greetings from the new normal mom <3

 

 

 

 

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Oh how I love spring

Oh how I love spring

Oh how I love Spring

I think I mentioned it already but I can’t say it often enough – spring time is awesome.

The earth awakes fully and so do we.

I feel lighter, the thick winter coats and wool jackets are gone and the first rays of sunshine can touch the skin again.

The air smells wonderful, grass, flowers, there’s a unique freshness in spring which lights up my mood in a way only spring can.

Even if I love winter on some days, this time of the year is for me the most wonderful. It’s giving a preview of what will come in summer. The first rain when it was warm outside is so different to the winter rain – it’s not cold, it’s not grey, it’s simply refreshing.

Souls awake as well – while we hide in winter most of the time, we can now go outside and fully bloom. Reading a book on a winter’s day, light from candles and a steaming tea in my hand is great but sitting on a blanket in the grass under a tree, listening to the birds and bees and the river nearby while reading is a different kind of great.

The cafés are having their chairs and benches outside and nobody needs to step inside small rooms to warm up and drink a hot coffee, sitting outside, watching people walk by, listening to the sound of an awakening city, children running after birds, this is what we love so much!

Love beyond words

My son turns two next week and this spring is the third spring we have together, the first spring he was born and we carried him lots. I was sitting in coffees having him in a baby wrap snuggled up listening to my heartbeat, the sound of his first spring was a mixture of new sounds and the reassuring heartbeat he knew so well.

The second spring was the time when he made his first steps. He started shortly before his first birthday and was improving so fast that he was running already in early summer. So last spring he walked along walls, pulled himself up wherever he could and crawled so fast as if he could catch a bird he has seen. He was interested in our cups and tried ice cream for the first time.

Rami Spring2017

There are so many memories attached to spring that I wonder what we will say next year about the spring 2018.

The first time I realize that I already experienced 40 times spring but only the last two are filled with memories I will never forget.

There were many wonderful springs but I cannot say what exactly happened in a certain year until I became a mother.

Priorities shift and the focus is on the smallest details we are overseeing normally in a blink of an eye. Motherhood shows me what I already knew but what wasn’t present all the time – cherish the small lovely moments and details, put your focus on the good and enjoy this life!

Take care and enjoy this wonderful time to the fullest!

Tossing and turning

Tossing and turning

Tossing and turning

That’s our recent bed time routine.

A while ago it was nursing and then he turned away a slept.

Now he turns away and starts to turn and roll and sit up and lay down – I’m happy that I haven’t bruises in my face yet or a knocked out tooth because changing positions is often very spontaneous and energetic.

He’s growing so fast that I often wonder when this will end.

I love our family bed – is there something more cuts than a tiny hand that searches for you at night and a little sigh of relief when it touches you.

Mommy is here, sleep tight!

I know that these days will go by sooner or later and therefore I try especially during nights which are not only relaxed but sleepless to remember that.

One day I will miss these nights, even the sleepless ones when I was hit without warning by an arm or a leg. One day I would wish that this tiny hand would rest on my arm.

I always try to live in the moment and to enjoy and see the positive in every situation but as a mother this now is another dimension – all of a sudden I realise the reason why it is so important.

We build memories with every single ‘now’ moment which cannot be captured by pictures or words, only our heart and soul are able to treasure these nows.

Build as many memories as you can, these are the important things in life!

My bare feet wanderer

My bare feet wanderer

My bare feet wanderer

It’s so amazing to watch him walking as if the world belongs to him.

Fearless he walks into every corner, checking if there is something he hasn’t seen before.

He’s not yet two years old and has seen more of the area we live in than me in eleven years because he doesn’t care what others may think.

There’s a door half-open, an invite for him to squeeze his tiny head through it and have a look around.

Open doors surely aren’t an obstacle at all.

My little mister charming also knows that he just needs to smile and people smile back at him.

He doesn’t know yet what’s wrong or right, he just knows what feels good and what not. Completely driven by wander and lust, with no bad intention just curiosity, this little rebel is doing exactly what he likes.

And I’m following, I follow him to see the world through his eyes, to get that feeling of carefree life for short moments, for holding him softly back when needed, to protect him from danger, to be his safety net.

I’m following and I’m the proudest person on earth because what we taught him as parents is so clearly visible.

He knows that, whatever he is doing, we are close.

He knows we catch him if he falls and that we protect him, he feels unconditional love and therefore goes straight forward without fear, he’s so pure and so honest.

He hugs when he wants to and not when someone asks him, he drinks when he’s thirsty and he sleeps when he’s tired.

I hope he will never lose this sense of wonder and wanders through his life as curios as he wants to be.

I hope he will never doubt how wonderful he is and that he’s loved more than words can describe.

I hope he will take off his shoes and socks as often as he can like he’s doing now to connect and ground himself.

This earth is the place for our children to wander and wonder – let’s give them all they need to start their journey loved and safe.

Crafted by magic

Crafted by magic

Crafted by magic

A little magician runs with his tiny bare feet

Oh what I would give to say he’s mine but it would be a lie

the universe was holding parts which were meant to be his

He’s crafted by magic

Every cell makes me wonder how perfect he is

I gave birth to a unique creator of thoughts

my dear love – your thoughts are you

my dear love – you are your thoughts

write – speak – draw – whisper – shout – listen

all that comes out of your inner center – your center of being

you are a magician, you craft magic under the stars

millions of light years full of memories find a way to be heard

let these memories flow through you and add your deepest fear and purest love

this is life – your life

wonder and hurt

thought and word

love and hate

broken promises and fate

at the end there is love – never forget there is love

the purest of all in you – is you

let nobody break your magic – you are light years away from the stars but you see them

shine and light up all there is

you are love and light and magic

my son

Crafted by magic