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Category: Parenting Discoveries

Barcelona. Day Four. Part Three

I have considered Sagrada Familia as one of the commercialised tourists spots. Having entered it, I realised it was a sight everyone should experience at least once in their lifetime. Not only as a masterpiece of design – great design gets me weak at the knees any day. But it’s also about the vastness of one’s […]

Barcelona. Day Three. Part Two

Pia wants to go to Pulperia to see Waiter again. I promise to take her after siesta. On our way, we pop round Santa Maria del Mar – an amazingly beautiful church. You couldn’t even tell from the outside. The spiritual thickness of the air reminds me of Duomo a bit.

Barcelona. Day Three. Part One.

We share an apple in the sun on a bench at Parc del Laberint de l’Horta. The Labyrinth isn’t yet open after the seasonal maintenance; however, the park is available for visitors. She hugs her Teddy Bear tight as we speak about something. 

Barcelona. Day Two. Part Two

It’s very complicated to persuade her to eat something that’s not bananas, Greek yogurt or toast. We have a nice walk in the evening but I know she’s hungry and it bugs me that she never gets as hungry as to eat whatever the hell is on the menu. She likes mashed potatoes. I tell […]

Barcelona. Day Two. Part One

I wanted this holiday to be easy-going. No excessive planning in advance (though I did a bit of homework, inevitably), no strict abidance to the plan and no consequential stress. Happy to say it works. I just notice situations where I would begin to get nervous or hurry and I just don’t. We went to […]

Barcelona. Day One

I always knew I’d love Barcelona. I mean I’m a fan of cinema, and what the spectacularly-directed sights of the city in Vicky Christina Barcelona didn’t do, Javier Bardem did. And the spicy yet paradoxically idealistic although too real ménage à trois. And Christina’s phrase at the end, on the escalator:  I don’t know what I want. Anyway, I […]

Dialogue on Youth

We read a kids’ encyclopaedia which says no one actually knows at what point they start growing old. I look at the ceiling and muse away: Hmmm, I think growing old is a state when you stop being interested in things… you don’t want anything… you are not curious any more… you just stay still. […]

The Land of Light

Whenever you are in pain or feel sad, remember it’s just your surface, Love. Instead of sinking in your sorrow, go looking for a place of light and happiness, where there’s no disease and anguish, where there’s only beauty and fulfilment, and Love. I rock her on my lap, pressing my cold cheek to her feverish […]


There are two types of stress I experience. The first is latent and ever-present, and it makes me eat too much. The other one overtakes my whole mind and the body is unable to consume a thing.

Pia’s Wisdom. My Choice

Pia had one of her brightest moments last week. We were driving to the kindergarten in the morning and, as I was slowing down at the red lights, she said: Mummy, those boys and girls don’t know what we want.

Learning from My Girl

I had a blast with Pia tonight: we picked a bunch of post-cards at a book shop and later wrote wishes to friends. Well, she was writing, I was dictating the letters. But she would think of the texts. The one to the Upstairs Boy opened with I miss you lots! When I suggested we wrote a […]

Circulus vitiosus

We wake up on Saturday to celebrate her fifth birthday. I want to get dressed with you. Why? You’re a big girl, you can do it alone. Because I want to get dressed with you. You know, it’s called circulus vitiosus. You substantiate your answer with my question. It’s not leading anywhere. She thinks for a […]

One of the Priceless Conversations

We wake up after a nap. I try to brush down the sticky remnants of my dream. Pia is pushing me and saying we have to go to the gym. Mum, is granny your sister? No, she is my mother. Aunt Evelina is my sister. She jumps up almost shouting with anxiety, as if we’d forgotten […]

On Things We Say

I was sitting on the terrace last Friday night, having a smoke for the first time after seven years, thinking about something I’d said that day. My colleague and I were having lunch in the office kitchen earlier and talking something until I saw her round eyes raised at me when she asked: Did you […]

Why the Tribal Era Was More Simple for Single Mums

Explaining a four-year old why we can’t live together with her father and his girlfriend… Boy, some of the mornings are more challenging than the regular!