Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Summer End(s)

Summer is slowly over and we weren’t on our usual holiday. On one hand because of my new workplace. Trial period is 3 months, during which the newly employed is not allowed to go on holiday or to make a day off. This period is a big trial for everyone. Mainly considering a child-mother relationship. To tell you the truth, my heart breaks every single day. This is not the way I wanted to choose. But sometimes we need to give up our dreams and to change our plans in order to find our feet.
The so-called summer holiday was crushed into a single long weekend in the country: visiting relatives linked with bathing, flower carnival in Debrecen and a fair in Hortobágy. I had much more delightful summers before and hope much more memorable ones has the future in store for us hereafter. BUT as my manner is to make out the utmost from this season, we were to discover and utilize the local possibilities and make the best of our reduced time spent together. Quality of time became much more important. Such as pre-planning (eg. what to cook, when to cook, how and when to get the ingredients, who to pick up Dominik, when to arrange operational affairs…). I’m running against clock again and try to fulfil my commitments on every walk of life and relish the last rays of the afternoon sun after work on the way to my car to the parking area.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Over 3 years


I hardly can go beyond the title. Three years passed, the little baby boy grew into a little boy fully ready for nursery. Three years crying and laughing but always having the very best for him in sight. Maybe far too much.
On the whole, we can say that he has a feeling heart and besides numerous great features he rises above the average in some of them (as I see as a mother who has a soft place in her heart for her son): emphaty/symphaty, having respect for the others and other’s belongings, attention, orderliness, carefullness, patience and calmness. According to his godfather’s opinion Dominik also displays a taste for balls. Some guy!