Something I believe in

"(...) Yes, my wife is JUST a mother. JUST. She JUST brings forth life into the universe, and she JUST shapes and molds and raises those lives. She JUST manages, directs and maintains the workings of the household, while caring for children who JUST rely on her for everything. She JUST teaches our twins how to be human beings, and, as they grow, she will JUST train them in all things, from morals, to manners, to the ABC’s, to hygiene, etc. She is JUST my spiritual foundation and the rock on which our family is built. She is JUST everything to everyone. And society would JUST fall apart at the seams if she, and her fellow moms, failed in any of the tasks I outlined.

Yes, she is just a mother. Which is sort of like looking at the sky and saying, “hey, it’s just the sun.”

Of course not all women can be at home full time. It’s one thing to acknowledge that; it’s quite another to paint it as the ideal. To call it the ideal, is to claim that children IDEALLY would spend LESS time around their mothers. This is madness. Pure madness. It isn’t ideal, and it isn’t neutral. The more time a mother can spend raising her kids, the better. The better for them, the better for their souls, the better for the community, the better for humanity. Period. (...)"

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Maria is 2

My other October girl, Maria, turned 2 yesterday!


Oh my, when did this happen??

And what did I do in the meantime? I worried - a lot, dreamed - a lot, planned - a lot and contemplated God's miraculous creation - not enough. (Does every mother feel the same no matter how much time she spends with her child?)

I could spend entire days just kissing and hugging her. And I'm pretty sure she would allow me do this. I remember Adrian holding her and kissing her chubby cheeks few months ago and exclaiming: "Is there any job consisting in just kissing these cheeks all day long? I would gladly stay overtime." 

We are so lucky to have her. She is kind, sweet, huggable, kissable, all smiles and dances. (of course when she's not sick or scared)

And she is lucky too, being our second child, as now we know more, understand more, have more patience.

Lately she started to speak a lot and pretty correct too. 
But she was funny in the past saying: 
"acununu pazuzu"(= încă un autobuz), 
"Toto"(= Georgio - Curious George), 
"Mama, Mama, Maaaaaaaaaaaa" when I wouldn't answered fast enough, 
nana, mama, tata, buna (instead of nani, mami, tati, buni), because until few days ago she wasn't able to spell the "i" at the end of any word
"pot"(= nu pot)

She loves horses.

And Lego Duplo:

Thanks God, she gladly eats almost any meal I cook. 
And she eats a lot of fruits. Her own way ;-)


Few days ago.
Ilaria: Şi eu vreau sa fiu odată Maria.
Eu: De ce?
Ilaria: Păi Maria tot face şmecherii. Eu nu prea fac şmecherii.

Happy Birthday, sweet Maria!

 ❤, Mami

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Ilaria is 4

Ilaria turned 4 yesterday. I think I am slightly depressed because of it. 1, 2, and 3 seemed OK. 4 is too much for me!...

She was the first one in the world to call me "Mami"!

She is the kind of kid that challenges me daily and makes me want to be a better mother. She constantly makes me remember the words: "While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about."
She is the kind of kid that makes us, her parents, stay late on her birthday night, asking ourselves "What's wrong?" and then conclude: "She's the kind of person that will change the world." (Thank you, Adrian, for these comforting words! I hope I will remember them when I should!)

She is the one who made me realize that caring for our family is the best job in the world for me.

She is the one who taught me the greatest love, the one in which no matter how big the today's fight, tomorrow I will be shiny again.

Happy Birthday, dear Ilaria! 
I love you to the sky and back!
❤, Mami.

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Few moments from yesterday:

Preparations for kindergarten, proudly presenting us the treats for her colleagues:

With her colleagues:

Sharing the treats:

Back home, in the evening, waiting for her present. And Maria waiting too!

If you are good enough you get something, even if it's not your birthday :-) 

With Peter, who sailed for months from America to Europe, but finally reached us, exactly yesterday, on Ilaria's birthday. ( or at least that's how she's been told ;-) )


With Daddy, reading about Peter's adventures.

Thank you, God, for my family! They are my life.
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