Being a parent is the toughest job/assignment ever. Now with adult/semi-adult children it is not the sleepless nights I’m thinking about (that’s perimenopause) and it’s not the agonizing conversations explaining the most fundamental logic things to the “not the sharpest tool in the shed” teenager. No, for me the absolute toughest part of being a…
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Being a mum (parent)
Facebook reminded me about a memory. Today 11 years ago Fabian and I had one of our recurrent FFFs – Friday Fika with Fabian. Maybe it was these weekly visitis to the different cafés in the area that lay the foundation for today’s relationship. Still, much of my time is spent on being the housekeeper…
To be needed
The biggest sorrow for us as a parents, is when we have succeeded in creating independent people of our children. When they were two and you couldn’t move a step before they cried to be with you/on you, maybe happiness wasn’t always the prominent feeling. But now when they are nineteen, I love the fact…
Life reminding itself
You need them. Once in a while you need that inexorably punch in your stomach. A punch that shakes you to your core. A blow that makes an average Friday night important and reminds you that all your days are the most important you have. Because they are your life. I was aimlessly scrolling my…
The Friendship Inn
Last week it was Gothia Cup, the largest football youth cup. Fabbe’s team was there. His first time. As the mother I am, and can be. I took my work computer and camera and logged in at The Friendship Inn. Once again my childhood friend opened her doors for me and lend me a bed….
And the little one ❤️
Last day in junior high for this lad. I just can’t believe what time has done. I know I sound like a broken record but I just don’t. I’m so proud of both my boys.
Graduation
So, it’s done. Graduation. We got to have a wonderful day for our Sam. Thanks to all our friends and family. Now high schools over and now he only needs to study if he wants to. Monday – work starts – an assistant nurse ready to care for you. His mum’s going to rest her…
Check ✅
An immense milestone was reach yesterday for our first born. Driving license. Oh they joy. It has been a somewhat struggle, but he kept the spirit, with strong support from his partens (primarily his mother I’d say). For me as a parent it’s paradox feeling. Happy for his success but also worried for the fact…
Fantastic parents
Sam wasn’t selected to make the military service. Due to lactose intolerance… We were all kind of surprised about this, especially that it wasn’t sorted before the physical visit. We were thinking that he might get removed by his hearing, but he never came that far. But no sad faces on any of us. And…
Zlatan is in da house
In our family we have entered a new era. The era of young boys smelling gooood. For Christmas and birthday our sons got things to make them smell favourably. And it sure smells. Walking into F’s room is like walking into a mist of early manhood. I do wonder if anything is actually sprayed on…
Another mother’s day
Very few have missed that my sons are my everything. The inspire me. They make me laugh and they are one of the reasons why I am happy. To share their successes and adversities creates an additional dimension of life. One that is not even possible to compare to anything else. Last night Sam was…
Leadership
I got the best grade from our 12-year old the other day. We were to mention three characteristics about each-other. He said (about me): Happy, loves her family (can be an adjective in Swedish) and… proper. Happy, yes that’s what everybody says, no surprise there. Proper, apparently I’m fooling someone ;). But “loves her family” – dang. Straight…
Freckles and giggles
The spring sun has left traces on your nose and your voice, when asking if you can go with a friend home after school, is so full of giggles it all needs to come out. Thank you for being you. My love for you and your brother meets no end.
Call me a bought crybaby, I do not care
I know this is content for Pandora jewelry. And I do exactly what they want me to do with it – share it. And I don’t ever care much for gems. I cried before the first frame was done showing. Kids, there aint nothing better.
Soul food
Laying next to someone, reading a book (or a Donald Duck magazine), sharing some thoughts, stroking someone’s head, telling how important that person is, reminding them that you will always be around – if only a phone call away. That is what life is about. That is all I need to feel complete.
Everything is going to be fine
As a person I am quite demanding, I know. I am not ashamed of this, partly because I believe in both my own and other’s ability and alongside I try to meet my fellow humans with respect when demanding things of them. Since I can’t extract myself as a parent from my person I am naturally…
What did I just say?
Earlier today I was in contact with an old colleague. We had a short chat about life. I remember mentioning something about children are not the end of ones life, they merrily adds on a dimension to life. Dimensions that I, right now, gladly, would skip for the dimensions brought by a Martini from a sky…
It ain’t that easy
Just looked through a marvelous photography project of Johan Bävman called Swedish dads. While reading the different stories it becomes clear for me that sharing the very generous parental leave system should be a non-question in a country like Sweden. Like one of the interviewed, Loui Kuhlau, father said: “I have a hard time understanding why…
Question
Should we let children do what they want, or is it our responsibility as adults (not even necessary to be a parent) to guide our children? Just wondering.
And three hours later…
…the Mr and I have a perfectly tidy bedroom. This was our boys way of calling truce after our breakfast battle. I was of course super happy and I didn’t use the word “but”. We sat down in the made bed (made bed in our bedroom never happens, unless a real-estate agent is about to visit)…
Let’s blame it on the mom
It is only me and my husband who have fostered these terrible individuals. No they are not terrible. I love my fantastic children to death, but right now I am far beyond frustration. I believe we are quite normal parents. We give a lot. Love, experience and to some extent; things. To that we follow…
Sorry, I was wrong
Last week I said I knew what hell was like. I was sure it was like a playland. It won’t be. It will be like Hamleys. At least like the Hamleys on Regent Street on a Saturday afternoon. I am facinated. And torn. Because neither Hamleys or the Toy Kingdom at Harrods are anything like…
Proud
If you generalize, Swede’s are very poor at being proud over them selves. We are usually not the ones who will climb up a mountain and scream out our joy for being ourselves, just because we are soooo good. Or, maybe that is exactly where we would do it, as nobody would hear us on the…
Just according to plan
Tomorrow, dear friends is my 40th birthday and today our youngest showed his first ever interest in the female gender. Just according to plan. “Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.”
Sons
Really, there are no words needed.
It all ended well
Many people misunderstand my strive for happiness as me needing to be happy all the time – H.E.L.L N.O. I am probably the best (meaning highest) combo of all feelings. Sad, angry, happy, etc. etc. Today we (OK I) took a turn to the angry zone. Me and Sam had the worst quarrel since… I…
If life ended now…
… It would have been a perfect life. Today we decided to celebrate our boys. Just because. Because they are the ones they are. Many mornings we leave the house (and them) just right after they wake up. And not once they have been late to school (knock on wood). They make breakfast, they leave and…
Happiness on a Friday morning
What is the better moment than now, to feel happiness and gratitude? When I woke up my boys this morning I felt nothing but gratitude for the fact that they are in my life. Great feeling to acknowledge
Been blogging for a while
I started this blog in end of 2007, so for the fairness of it, let’s say 2008. That my friends, is six years. Six years of sharing more or less important widsoms and parts of my glamourous (irony) life. With a try of comic twist and half-bad English I have lens myself to friends, enemies…
Accepting what they are not
If you ask me I have together with my husband created the world’s two most wonderful children. Wonderful in every sense of the word (at least when I forget when they are both human and children…) We probably all know that all our children are not perfect, they should not be. They are children and foremost…
Gone fishing
The Mr decided today’s activity. Fishing. I did what I love almost the most, take pictures without the need to deliver. But please do not be fooled by the idyllic scenes, we had a lovely time together on our excursion, but before and after we were haunted by the offsprings of satan. Really, think twice about…
This thing called parenting
It is not easy to be a parent. Just as little easy it is to be a kid with parents. During my 11 years of motherhood I have developed and improved my ways. From a totalitarian to more a more coaching approach. And I do find it more intressant, more rewarding yes, better with my “new”…
Time stopped
“Has time stopped?” this was F’s first question waking up this morning. “When I look out the window, it feels like time has stopped.” I joined him in his observation and endeed it did. Deep thoughts of an eight year old at 06.55 a Friday morning. Deep thoughts of anyone at 06.55 any morning. Now…
Morning walk
Happiness comes in different forms and sizes for us all. For me it came this morning, with a late start, bit of sun and a walk with my darlings.
Younger peeps
There are few things I see as more interesting and giving than to have the respect and confidence of a teen. To be handed the possibility to be a sounding board to a teenager’s honest thoughts and feelings must be absolutely brilliant. One must feel like Yoda. Like a bottomless well of wisdom. The tricky…
He had me at “hello”
A while back I read Zlatan Ibrahimovic‘s autobiography (written together with author David Lagercrantz) and I enjoyed it. Maybe I didn’t think it was the most well written, but I still enjoyed it. What really captured me, and what made me determined to always respect one of the world’s most talented soccer players, was his…
Why on earth did I walk into this one?
Why is parenting so hard? Why? And why do I “fail” even if I know how I should do it? Fail = scream and shout. The kids room looks like shit, like shit. I could clean them for them, but I do not want to. Because they will need to know what they have and where…
Voices
The sound of two brothers, playing. In their imaginary world. What a treat. Right now I am very happy.
Proud as only a mother can be
Today my sons and a friend decided to have a flea market. Our village is not big so I didn’t expect much, but I though “as long they are having fun”. Said and done. They collected toys that they do not use anymore. Put them on a table and starting to sell. As said our…
To be proud of
Tuesday morning. No stress. No chaos. Still a Tuesday morning where time flies. In the car to work I reflect over the fact that I chose a different direction than before. When Fabian chose to wear his grumpy 7-year old mood and making it our fault that he didn’t want to eat breakfast. Instead of…
Bursting
The love for my children. Its is strange how big, complex, endless, heartwrecking and fantastically fabolous it is. Everybody being a parent knows what I am talking about. Earlier this week it was on the rim of disappearing, today it is a bottomless well. When our boys are good they are better than great. When…
Happiness
Sometimes happiness can be ridiculously simple. Here is one example.
My darlings
The computer tells me it is time to get rid of some stuff from the hard drive, otherwise it will crash… I do not get rid of stuff, I save them somewhere else. This blog is a great place to save things, at least as long as the platform will live. Found these ones from…
Louise Dock 