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The Parent Hood

I am declaring a REGULAR new post theme called The Parent Hood. Thrilling title I know but this isn’t coming from a busy office with coffee breaks and a Ryan Gosling look-alike taking notes. It’s coming from a woman who has seriously overdue chipped nail varnish, dirty feet dangling off the bed and the faint scent of fry-up in her hair keeping her from coming up with something better to name said regular new post theme. Oh and also, I am dying to re-watch the last episode of Game of Thrones. Obsessed is not the right word.

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June 4, 2014 by
cyprus pride
Motherhood, on our island

Cyprus Pride

I don’t scare easy. But when I do, often it is because of people and their peculiar beliefs. The first gay Cyprus pride parade was held this Saturday in Nicosia. I proudly took part. And as I marched down the street with Georgie in my arms, I watched people shouting that we would burn in hell and that I should be ashamed of myself for exposing my child to such issues! I may have sugarcoated that last sentence. For a moment I felt a lump in my throat. Could I or my child actually get hurt for having fundamental beliefs in basic human rights? In 2014? In Europe?

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June 1, 2014 by
Motherhood

moving

Over the past week I have slept very little, stressed the shit out of my stomach and managed to mess up this three-year old blog royally! I decided to move my blog and take control over it, you see. For those who have no idea what moving a blog requires, fret not. I didn’t either. And I probably would never have learned the basics if it wasn’t for a wise computer geek, the likes of which I have newfound respect for.

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May 28, 2014 by
Motherhood

Red Balloons for Ryan

It started with Instagram and a picture of a mummy, a daddy and the cutest red headed boy I have ever seen. Then the caption. The words ‘tragedy’ and ‘sudden loss’ were mentioned. That sweet boy was dead.

I immediately went into a frenzy. Searching on other Instagram profiles for anything that would explain what had happened. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. A little boy, dead? A three-year old little boy, whose mother had posted, that same morning, a picture of him running through Disneyland, was hit by a truck. He is no longer here. No longer in the arms of his mother. How can that be?

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May 14, 2014 by
Motherhood

give a little more

A few days after we returned, I noticed some miscommunication between Georgie and I. It started with stamping feet and whiny noises. Hm. Then there was the time he thought it would be funny to spit in my face. There are the sudden bursts of energy that end with a jump into a knee-high deep puddle while we are walking side by side and climbs on the kitchen counters, oblivious to the glass bottle of olive oil resting tensely on the edge. Also, the day he decided to leisurely stroll out a cafe where we were sitting and turn right. Out of sight. On a busy road. Oh and the peculiar requests in the middle of the night.

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May 9, 2014 by

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