Since I became a mother I could only start to understand the capacity and vulnerability of a mother’s heart, how much love it can hold while at the same time break into many pieces. Continue reading Letter to my mother
Thinking back about my mother’s parents I have a lot of good memories. They were a bit younger than my father’s parents and lived in the big city.
I remember their first house had many rooms and a big kitchen. Outside was Bruno, the dog and a big avocado tree in which we played a lot. Continue reading Thinking back… my mother’s parents
Unfortunately there were some misinterpretation and it started a mini-twitter-war on the correct definition of a mother. Continue reading Guest post for SA mom blogs – Being a mom
When my baby was born a year ago, I wanted to make him a “space capsule”, adding some things from his birth day (like a newspaper, some technology that will be long outdated by the time he is 18 and a letter for him). As it turned out we didn’t buy a newspaper (I am saving a magazine from that month) and I never wrote the letter. The idea was to keep it save and give it to him on his eighteenth birthday. I never found time to write the letter before his birth and decided to do it today, one year later.
Here it is:
My dearest son
I believe all children are miracles and experienced it first-hand when we see you grew and developed inside me. Week by week we read what was forming and for the first time I understood what David meant in Psalm 139, talking about God knitting us together in our mothers’ womb.