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hm, where do I start? maybe with my old-school upbringing that did not recognize sleeping at someone else’s bed before all other options of staying home have been exhausted – like moving to another city to go to college for example?? And when there, you are still supposed to stick to your bed! or, as it was with stoyan and I when we lived together as students – you stick to your side of the bed. period.
little did we know about the sweetness and advantages of sleepovers, and I am not even talking about us! A four and a half years old toddler, who struggles to dress himself still, turns into an exemplary child with perfect manners and a routine, saying please and thank you, and even wiping his tush successfully! All that, when he had a sleepover at his girlfriend’s (am I actually typing all this?!) from kindergarten. They are best buds and the cutest to look at, and while they are working on their fond friendship, mummy and daddy are working on exploring Brisbane at night, having a drink at the movies, talking with no interruption…wait did I say talking….I meant doing everything with no interruption – walking, holding hands, following a film, going to a restaurant, having a coffee in silence, etcetera……
Everybody had the best time! So parents out there, especially those who live with no family around, embrace sleepovers, and enjoy yourselves!
we feel like little thieves every Thursday morning when we drop off Sami to kindy, and instead of heading to the office, we head to… a date! No lipstick and heels, no fine dinner and bubbly, no dancing and midnight swims…those are long forgotten (for now, until Sami is off to college calling his parents on the weekend only to get to their voice mail, a-haa!).
We now go for a much humbler experience. A minute or two of uninterrupted coffee. We order, we sit, we wait, we gaze at each other, filled with the effort of recognizing and slowly remembering WHO that person was, how their hands felt, what their voice was, and then we are just walking and talking, and then some more talking. We sometimes have lunch, we sometimes have a picnic by the river, we go watch a movie. We even had a couple’s massage.
Then Stoyan goes for a late shift at the emptying campus. I pick Sami up, holding him a tad stronger, sniffing his hair a tad longer.
these are our date days. we like them.
While, luckily Sami has been feeling better for the past 2 days, I still decided to keep him home and baby him! What a great regression to babyhood for both of us, by the way…
I have tried to cheer up the house and while he is napping to get some writing done.
Last night we had a gorgeous dinner, and the night before a mock up “romantic night out” on our balcony.. I believe lotsa healing of the body starts with a happy and cheerful heart!
Stay happy and healthy!
…when you are terribly happy and satisfied to be a mother. when you feel such an overwhelming and powerful relationship with somebody, witnessing his growth and an insightful take on the world…will not say more