I don't know what other teenagers asked their parents for birthday presents. I know I got lots of "normal" things (musicassettes and posters in those days...). But I also requested my fair share of "geekier" presents...
So it was with great jubilation that for my 13th birthday I opened up my new ream (I think it was around 80g/sqm), uncapped my new Pelikan fountain pen and proceeded to start writing the new Italian masterpiece... Think, think, think. No, writer's block. Tomorrow I'll find a good start for my book, let's go watch tv now...
It's hard being a perfectionist, you often freeze at the starting blocks because you don't think you can achieve a great result. Of course I'm not saying I have any expectations of producing great literary masterpieces on this blog, but the writer's block is still there...
I am a full-time mother. And I really mean that. I haven't given myself much ME time over the past 3 years. Breastfeeding, co-sleeping, being an attached parent, cooking everything from scratch, reading and researching about parenting and gentle discipline and respectful parenting etc etc, I have dedicated almost every second of my day to these 2 lovely little people.
And maybe all this blog is, it's my own little space where I can write what I want. I get the feeling that many mothers out there started out for the same reasons. Sometimes you forget how to look after the little person that's inside you. Some days I don't remember what I used to like anymore.
Just my own little corner in the universe where I can surround myself with all the things that make me ME.
