For me, it’s hard. To let go. To no be too intrusive.
Sam is away with his class over night.
Even if I want to know everything (like he would tell me, and that he would tell me while he’s away…), I resist the urge to continue the Snapchat conversation with his reply that everything is fine.
That’s all I get.
And I need, not only to accept this, but also to get used to this new world order.
Read more "To not cave in"
One might wonder. Would he deliver? Of course he did. The team did. From now on this weekend will be known as the victory weekend.
Read more "Did he make it?"
Yesterday marked a milestone in our parenting calendar. “Staying up” (and sober) to go pick up child in the middle of the night.
What we learned? That don’t call until you know for sure the party is over and you really want to go home.
Apparently a fun party with a classic truth or dare.
Read more "The first"
When looking at our youngest son and then taking a quick glance in my Instagram feed it’s clear. He is growing. Taking his first small steps into adolescence. Slowly that all childish features is leaving him.
Read more "Something is happening"
My boys. My precious boys. Life is impermanent, enjoy every moment of it, nothing will ever return.
The Mr I took control over our unplanned morning hours and continued the building of patio no. 2. Some small steps were taken. A lot of measuring, re-measuring, balancing off. And then finally building.
An small achievement leaving me with a great sense of contentment.
Read more "That feeling!"