That there on the left is our new kittycat. All of three months old now. And as you can see he is wanting to paint with the Daughter. No. Not really. What he wants to do is eat the paintbrushes. But he's cute anyway and we love him to bits.
And I think I have started this post about four times by now. And deleted it. For no other reason than that I did not think it was what I wanted it to be. Yes. Those three extremely crucial sentences were not up to my dubious standards. World peace would never be if I did not get them right. Mountains would fall. Volcanoes would erupt and we would all be covered in ash.
Time for a reality check, Mama.
Time to cut yourself some slack. Heck, make that a lot of slack.
Time to stop. To look at yourself in the mirror, at peace. At ease.
To let yourself be loved. To be taken care of. To for once give in.
You do not have to take care of it all.
If you stop, your world will not fall apart.
Trust those who love you.
Let them be there for you.
Because right now you need that far more than
perfect words on your computer.
I believe I have mentioned earlier that my Daughter is at a Waldorf-Steiner kindergarten. Last week was a fall holiday at schools and kindergartens here, and during the Fall Fair at the Steiner School the week before I took some pictures of the kindergarten simply because I want to share with you too the difference there is to any major, one-hundred-kids-in-a-concrete-building sorta childcare center. Mind you, I am not saying that it is not possible to get first class care in a bigger and differently oriented kindergarten than the one my Daughter is in now, but every time I go in to pick her up I just love seeing how the kids thrive in there. I am also aware that maybe this is not everyone's cup of tea, but I like it. She loves it. We're staying.
lunch and snack.
are cleared away
come the baskets
of fabric and other
And because the winter is knocking on the door here, I am going to spend a moment saying goodbye to summer and autumn by this picture of my little one with her friend, playing at being fairies on one long, hot summer day. Bring on the snow. Bring on the frost. We'll live.
Bye bye summer.
Bye to you too,
May you bring