Do you remember the print I talked about a while back? The three words I want my sons to have in mind (or actually live by) in their journey in life.
I’m amazed that there still is a bunch of people around that seems to forget the word “responsibility” as a guiding star in their lives. For some reason the same people have no problem to use the word “rights”, very often accompanied by the word “my”.
You see, a right is usually connected with responsibility. If you overuse your rights without taking responsibility, your rights will not work. Just think about diving in traffic. Or getting a salary. Or being a descent human being.
If set rules are what they are, and you choose not to follow, please, please don’t be surprised when the the rights (including yours) will also cease to exist.
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Two hours of constant talking and laughing. That's what you get when you send a spur of the moment text and get together with your childhood friend a summer evening. Maybe not as hot, as limber or as naive as for 30 years ago. But still perfect in our inperfection.
Dare to be spontaneous, dare to keep in touch with your loved ones and dare have an strong and open mind – THAT will keep you happy.
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In the annual award ceremony of the year – Greatest parents EVER, the price goes to…..
Louise and Tobias Dock!
Both the Mr and I have started working, and our sons, like many other children of their age get stuck infront of a screen. During summers we have a rule that the screen and gaming starts at 7.00 pm (with the exception of a half hour or so when they get up).
So, what to do then? Nothing. Which sometimes is the right solution. Somedays, we simply forbid our sons to be home in our house on a sunny (and sometimes rainy days). What they do, as long as they behave themselves, is irrelevant for us. Our small town offers quite some possibilities.
One can give them a modern treasure hunt. Yesterday they were asked to go to a number of places around town based on printed screenshots from Google maps. At each station they were asked to catch a Pokemon, bring home thing (available in nature) or eat an ice-cream. Each activity should be accompanied by a photographic proof sent to the parents.
Yesterday’s activity was appreciated (even if they would die before admitting it), so we decided to do continue today we new activities. We upgraded today’s version to exclude the printouts and texted all instructions. Next time we will send a new instruction after they delivered photographic proof of performing the asked task.
We know, we are the greatest! #faketimidity
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We are all different, with different views and, by all means, capabilities. Sometimes life brings moments and situations when one needs to, what I talked about in my previous post, bite ones tongue.
So that I did today. Realizing I'm not as good at it as I used to be….
Showing a random picture with no connection whatsoever to what I'm writing about.
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Woke up this morning remembering that I’d planned to sign in with my client during vacation, to do a check for a kick-off later in August. So I did.
And guess what? It was fun. Working is fun (to a degree) too. Sometimes I forget that life is not black or white. It is not about either vacation or work. It is a mix. So grey, grey is my absolute favourite colour.
Now, it doesn’t feel that bad to go back to work tomorrow. But the sound of the alarm will keep me from smiling. I can engender the sensation already….
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Five weeks of vacation is by the end of the day officially over, tomorrow it’s just a regular weekend. The Mr took two extra shifts (today and tomorrow), so from a family perspective vacation was over already at 5.30 am this morning.
It’s not that I don’t like working, I kind of do and I’m really good at it. It’s just that I like to be around my family more. I really like hanging with them doing stuff or not doing stuff. They are fun. They provide me with the good energy.
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I met this lovely woman back in 1990, when the future held dreams about mansions, top positions as LA law firms and hunky pool boys in Beverly Hills. At age 16, I found my squire. She's mine, as I am hers. We stood by each other through heart aces and gutter vomits. She was never further than a (2 hour) phone call away. That's why I love her.
A more determined, strong and clear minded woman I only meet when facing a mirror. Fostering two lovely daughters to walk through life as the most important people on earth, while keeping their feet strongly connected to the ground. That's why I love her.
A woman who never would see her self less than an equal to her husband or any other human. She is one of the few who, when needed, wouldn't falter to claim this (or even more likely, that's she is just a tad bit better). And not waiting with this announcement until everybody has left the room. No, she would state this, loud and clear, when ever needed, but never to brag – just because she has the facts to prove it. That's why I love her.
Happy birthday my friend.
Sincerely, your squire forever, Louise
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