Four words seldom said
Yet when they’re said I mean it
I love you Mama
❤

The sun’s going down
Now giving room for the moon
To let you sleep tight.

Sweet in the morning,
Bori bori* when sleepy,
Her name is Ellie.

It’s amazing how much you can achieve in a year. When I look back, I’m always in awe. And when you remember all the time you spent worried, you can’t stop thinking “If only I knew…”

We wait for things to be perfect to do things like going out for a run or getting pregnant. We think that once the weather is cooler and less windy we’ll run, or once our career is set we’ll have a baby.

I’m writing whenever I can. Like right now, while the baby is asleep. And I’ll write as much as I can until my eyes can’t take it anymore or when the baby wakes up for some mama’s milk. Sometimes I manage to write 3 or 4 posts in a row. And sometimes I’m just writing dumb stuff that will remain drafts. I don’t really know where this will get me but, so far, I’m enjoying my journey as a mama/author/writer very much.

If someone had told me 3 years ago that at 30 I’d be engaged, a mom, a self-published author, and writing on my own blog, I’d say “Bullshit!”. At that time, I had a different plan in my mind, still trying to figure out which career I could have.

At 25, you think you’ve figured all out.

I like to observe Ellie – how persistent and determined she is by trying to reach stuff that she’s not supposed to play with. She knows what she wants, and she knows exactly how to get it (although her arms and legs are not well coordinated yet ^^).

On my first week as a mom, I was blaming myself for not having been able to deliver my baby naturally.