Saturday, January 26, 2013

Goooood morning, Saturday!

It is a rainy, gloriously gloomy day here in San Diego. The landscape is full of dark greens and browns and autumn yellows, set against the background of pale gray sky. A whispy fog envelops the trees on the hills that surround me. The sound of the blessed water falling provides the soundtrack and the rhythm for this day.

I used to get so depressed on rainy days, and only the sun could infuse me with energy, but it all changed when I moved to San Diego. Here, it seems, I can see beauty in everything. This place is filled with colors so vibrant, sounds so motivating, people so positive, that life is simply continuously livable and nothing seems impossible.

What that means for me as a parent is that all these fears I have daily, from the moment I learnt I was pregnant the first time, cannot paralyze me.


"At least I have her love
The city - she loves me" :)

Friday, January 25, 2013

The blogger career - day two

Being a parent here, in the States, can be so isolating, especially if your kids are little. Whether you are working or not, you spend every waking moment tending to their needs: you feed them and clean their rooms and clothes, you help them with their homework and projects, you take them to all these after-school activities to supplement their, at best, moderate amount of education while at the same time give them the opportunity to socialize more (as you know, play dates over the week are so rare, the idea is almost a taboo), you tend to their emotional needs, you teach them social skills, you love them relentlessly and non-stop, and then you practically whip them to bed because you are dead on your feet and you need them to fall asleep right that minute and instantaneously, and if you still have a drop of energy left you use it to take a proper bath, or (hey, a treat!) if both you and your spouse have a drop of energy left you use it for a memorable quickie; the weekends are for catching up on all the chores you couldn't fit over the week and for family time and play dates; and proper romancing and love-making is probably left for time of company bonuses or tax returns, because your nearest relatives live in three different states, each state tree states away, most of your friends have multiple kids of their own, so adding to their own herds just feels wrong, and you can only budget in a babysitter when you get additional income.

And that's why I decided to blog. I hate isolation, even a temporary one :)

PS I am soooo glad I'm not in school any more. I'd totally get an F for lack of sentence structure :)

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Today is the day...

My dearest sisters and brothers in parenthood,

as you know yourselves, parenthood is a fantastic journey, a genetically imprinted urge, a choice, an overwhelming desire, a permanent job, an indescribable joy, an inexhaustible source of fear, the best motivator, and, well, a hood. As in "a covering for the head and neck with an opening for the face, typically forming part of a coat or sweatshirt" and in "a neighborhood, esp. one's own neighborhood". And you, along with my husband and children, are the members of that hood of mine.

Every now and then I post something about my kids and my parenting experiences on Facebook, but I came to realize that Facebook doesn't provide enough space for everything I want to share with you about my journey, about my life as a mother. So, a while ago I decided to open this blog, this HOOD, solely dedicated to sharing with you the mother that I am, and learn from you about the parents that you are.

Love you all most sincerely,