It was Friday night when it happened. Samuel had taken on the cooking, and I sat by the kitchen island watching him. A text message informed him that the week-long bidding process for the flat had finally come to an end – the flat was his. We were thrilled for him, perhaps even a bit…
Tag: sons
A different kind of birthday
It’s no secret that I L❤️VE birthdays – especially my own. I always celebrate them, not necessarily in grand style, but always with the people I love the most – my boys 😍. This year, though, things are a little different. Junior isn’t home (I miss him a bit today…), Mr is off on a…
Pure joy and the opposite
For once, Fabian’s game stated before bedtime! I praise the people behind the technology of internet, wi-fi and Ai, which made it possible for us to watch Fabbe Fab score, not one but two (!), goals. I love the pure joy a team shows after scoring. People united of their love for the sport instead…
Can someone please explain
Why is it so hard to let go? To just let them sort out things by them selves, whatever it might lead to. Apparently I’m normal, at least to chatGPT. Letting go is extremely hard. But I gotta! I now really need just to sit back and relax. Not think. Not feel. Not see the…
Prom
Time again. Last time was three years ago. Same venue different kid, different lady. Not much to talk about. I was worried about the weather. It turned out to be a great evening.
It’s June
Well, it’s March, but we have June (Juni as her Swedish name is, meaning June). We picked her up today ❤️. All since we said goodbye to Buddy in August last year, we’ve been thinking about it. Getting a second dog. I will not lie, the last time with Buddy required us to walk them…
A+
Drove Fabian to a pick-up point for today’s game. While sitting next to him in the car, like hundreds of times before, listening to his favourite music of the minute, singing and seat-dancing, it just hit me. What a great mother I’ve been! Awesome! And how fun I have had (when I asked, he also…
Physical & mental movement
We hear it almost daily, that our kids (and many adults) don’t get enough exercise on a daily basis leading to all sort of negative things. Many times before, I have proudly told you (yes, bragged), what an outstanding person I am, who not only exercise regularly but I do it so very early in…
A mum’s love – part 463
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…
To be needed
Without knowing anything (or very little) about psychology I believe “to be needed” is very fundamental for us humans. That’s why a context for us humans is so important. To be in a context, any context, is more important than the right (if that is what’s offered). To get a text from your offspring wondering…
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…
New season is on
Two weeks back the training matches started for F. I have promised both him and myself to take more pictures this year. It’s fun, because the boys apparently likes it and I often get the question if the camera will join.
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…
Just a reminder
Now when people post their most sparkling family portraits on social media. Remember this. It could be a true reflection of a truly blissful life or it’s a more or less staged moment seconds from chaos.
Season’s over
Today Fabian and his team played their last game for this season. A win. It’s been a tough and educational season as they played the top league. Now training continues as it does until Christmas comes. You gotta love football.
“Your mind had understood, but your heart hasn’t”
It was a colleague who said those words to me last week. I expressed my feelings of seeing my last boy being in his high for his independence. With Sam it was easier, maybe because of the fact that I still had another one coming. It was so I almost didn’t notice it. But now….
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….
Paris report – Day#3
We are our way to the airport- hopefully they – the French – wait until tomorrow to go out on strike. Our last day was just as good a the two previous. With 16000 steps and with a lot of help from the metro we manage to cover the both parts of Paris we already…
Paris report – Day #2
Today we went in the opposite direction – towards Champs-Élysées. The mission was the same. Find a good deal. If the findings were, I’m not the one to tell. But I understood that the PSG jersey was. Even-though it is last season’s model (and most possibly therefore it was a bargain). I feel unbelievable blessed…
Paris report – Day #1
I must say Fabian is somewhat modest when his uses the word “good” in his review of the day. At one time he was saying that his mind was spinning of the huge supply especially as it’s combined with a sale to up to 50%! We stated our day at Galeries Lafayette Haussmann. From there…
We ❤️ Paris
Late yesterday evening, with the help of an ex football pro who played with Kevin De Bruyne in Genk we arrived to the wonderful hotel Belleval. Today we are excitingly scouting for all the bargains on our way to Mona Lisa.
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…
What happened
Today Sam came home with his graduation cap. I can’t comprehend this. Our oldest is done with school. He’s officially a real adult and we don’t need to care for him. Naturally I teared up. I’m so not ready for this and I force myself to remind myself what his daycare teacher Helene told me,…
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…
Sam our man ❤️
He had us waiting. Not for long, but we first had some else cooking for May 2003, but “thankfully” that unborn was lost. But then he came. He was planned for 2 January 2004, but thanks to being a breech baby, we got a planned c-section and then – to meet my wish of not…
They made it
Fabian’s football team had qualifying games for a national league (which of course is not one, but several). Anyhow, there were three teams qualifying and… Do you know what?! The boys did it. So next season they will meet fierce competition, making them better players. Fabian chose to get ill after the first game and…
Sittning here
Here I am, sitting and feeling ridiculously blessed. Blessed for all the birthday wishes sent to me. Especially of the friends taking 5 (!) minutes of their time and giving me a phone call ❤️. But especially for my precious PRECIOUS family. The wonderful husband and two equally magical sons. Picking out personal gifts hitting…
When things don’t turn out
Sometimes things don’t turn out as you think. But then you can bake. With your son. When done you enjoy your fika.
Sit down in the boat
Sometimes the only thing one needs to do, is nothing and things will just solve themselves. Yesterday I had my first day back in (home) office. Wednesday I spent in bed. With a sore throat and generally feeling blah. While doing so, Christmas danced out as we spoke about the other day. Apparently my tinsel…
Football
It’s everything for him. If nobody wants to join he goes down to the pitch himself and practices and practices.
History repeats itself
I remember it as it was yesterday. The Mr and I was leaving the hospital with our firstborn for the first time. The midwife (or if it was a nurse) said: “Don’t forget, now you have a new boss.” At the time I got offended (of course), which I didn’t show (could have happen). I…
Emotional
Today it was time for our first born to get his confirmation. I would say he have had a better year than expected. Getting to know new people, seeing Berlin and learning about values. It was far more emotional than I expected. Seeing my mother in law tearing up didn’t help. Thanks to everyone coming…
Just like that
Mr F broke his arm 1.5 hrs into the ski vacation in the Austrian alps. The Dock children and their skiing traditions… Never the less. The Mr and I discussed shortly if F should fly home by him self. And a couple of hours later they called. My loving parents. 80 years old, they come…
Happiness is a question
Happiness comes in different forms. Like a question from a boy. A boy, tall like a man but still a boy. A question that shows he’s thinking about his future and that he wants something.
Vacay – trip 3
And the morning after F’s 11 birthday, off we went. The entire clan. Up to the northern part of Stockholm’s archipelago and the island Blidö. Where we finally got to experience the Mr’s childhood friend’s summer home (he’s been talking about it forever, that is how old they are). His childhood friend is also my…
To not cave in
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…
Soccer, soccer, soccer
I’ve played one game. It all came back to me a couple of weeks ago when I returned to the crime scene with Fabian. This week it has been soccer Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I enjoy it though. Especially if I bring my camera. But sometimes it gets so exciting that I forget to take…
Something is happening
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. My boys. My precious boys. Life is impermanent, enjoy every moment of it, nothing will ever return.
Nostalgia strikes a cord
Two more gifts to wrap. Then we are done. Tomorrow we have a teenager in the house, but something says he moved in this summer. Our tall, smart, kind, loud, emotional boy turns 13 tomorrow and I am just about to send his father a link to film I made with old and new photos…
Happiness is…
…when the teenager comes home after practice for a late supper and BY HIM SELF puts the leftovers in a container and place them in the fridge. There can be peace on earth one day too.
Memories & good choices
This little fellow showed up in my Facebook memories. 5 years ago. Oh, I cherish the fact that I worked 80% and gave a full Friday for 5 years or so to my princes. Fabian and I had a tradition of a weekly fika at a café of our choice. A 30 min or so only for…
Gahhhhhh!
Really?! REALLY?! REALLY?! I know, neither me or the Mr are Mensa material and neither is our kids. But is it too much to ask for a little brain activity. I know I shouldn’t but I get really scared when our offsprings show no mental capacity. This combined with lack of effort. OMG, where will…
Wonderful
There are several reasons to complain at times. Times when life is just not what one deserves or expect. And there are days when you can take a step back and just realize that it could be so much worse. Tonight it was one of those days. Even if the boys were reluctant we made it….
Happiness could also be…
… when you sleep in late after party with friends and get greated by this Bacon and pancake breakfast provided by your youngest. Whoever he partner’s up with will be a very happy camper. Love him to the moon and back ❤️
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…
Louise Dock 