I don’t want to make any excuses.
I don’t have time. I am guilty of using this phrase every now and then and although it seems to be most of the time true, it actually isn’t.
Yes, having three kids and a household to take care of doesn’t leave me with a lot of ‘free’ time, but it all comes down to HOW I chose to spend this ‘free’ time. Most of the time you will find me in my kitchen. Sometimes I am too tired to do anything productive which is OK. Ever since the little guy outside made his début I find myself in a constant state of accepting and embracing imperfection.
Talking about imperfection I have decided to embrace my imperfect little belly which depending on the angle of the picture makes me look 3 – 5 month pregnant. I am at my pre-pregnancy weight but my body has changed and I have learned to respond with a smile at innocent little five year olds who ask me WHY I have such a big belly. Instead of badmouthing my body I tell them that I have been lucky enough to grow inside me 3
utterly nauseating at the time wonderful creatures and that I love to eat.
I still breastfeed my 17 month old blessing of a wonderfully vivid and healthy boy. I officially apologize to any of you I had silently criticized about extensively breastfeeding your toddlers before. I never planned to nurse him that long and although I am in a constant forgetful sleep deprived mode, I am no way near weaning him because the truth is, I still cherish this special bond. So, for all of you who are dying to ask me the same question I have been asked a zillion times in the past six months when will you stop? the answer is whenever I feel ready.
I love making plans. Sure, making plans and actually executing them are two different things but even if the plan doesn’t work out it doesn’t mean it was not worth it in the first place. That being said, the execution of my BIG PLAN to start my own food blog has taken a bit longer than anticipated, not because I didn’t have the time until now it’s because ”life happens while you are busy making other plans”. But I am determined to make it happen, so stay tuned 😀
Last but not least. Appreciate the small things, learn to let go & enjoy life.
Chose to be happy.
until next time
A little over a year ago I was completely ignorant of the magnitude of happiness that the little guy outside would bring to our lives. The day I held the positive pregnancy test in my hands I started crying and crying and crying and the only one that saved me that day was MY person, MY ROCK, my sister Alex. I honestly don’t have a clue what I would do without her.
Alex was thrilled. She was ecstatic. She was out of this world happy. She tried to calm me down by saying all the right things and she even managed to make me take a momentary glimpse at the light at the end of the tunnel. She stayed calm and reassured me that everything was going to be alright.
Well, she was DAMN right. After a trying and very difficult pregnancy, everything DID turn out alright.
I would like to dedicate this post to the people who stood by me and whose gestures of kindness helped me in one way or another to fight my inner demons and simply gave me hope. HOPE is a wonderful thing. HOPE is essential to leading a happy life. HOPE is priceless.
A big shout out to my enthusiastic sister and my loving hubby, who always encouraged me that I COULD do THIS.
Special thanks to my mom who showed empathy, compassion and patience when mine was running out and to my mother in law who went into the trouble of putting properly cooked food on our table, every single day.
From my real life friends who went out of their way to help me (thank you Iro & Daphne for that surprise delivery of burger & fries-you seriously MADE MY DAY) to my fellow blogger friends whose words of encouragement made all the difference (Matt, you might be right, he might turn out to be my favourite after all).
Life is good. Life is NOT PERFECT. It is blissful, chaotic, beautiful, frantic, challenging, stressful but most importantly BEAUTIFUL.
Yes, LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
Until next time
Following the advice of my friend John I decided to lighten things up a bit since my last posts were a bit on the dark side. After all there are enough of problems and misery in the world, who needs to read about MORE depressing stuff?
Yesterday, I went to pick my mom up from the airport. SHE IS BACK. She is still not well but this post is not about her. This post is about my newly found way of cheering oneself up.
While I was waiting for my mom to come out, I had some time to kill. As a stay at home mom to two young kids I don’t have that luxury often and If I do, I never just pause to relax, I find a million little things to squeeze into my alone time. So I was a bit unfamiliar with this waiting around and doing nothing part. I looked around and started to observe the people and things around me.
The first thing I saw were a pair of turquoise super extra high heel booties a woman was wearing next to me. She was dressed to perfection (way too overdressed for 4:45 pm if you ask me) but who knows who she
needed wanted to impress. I started guessing. It was probably a boyfriend (too young to have anything other than a boyfriend). The thought of not knowing intrigued me.
I started looking around. Most of the people who were waiting next to me were couples in their mid 50’s anxiously waiting for their son or daughter to come home for the Christmas holidays. But they were not alone. The yiayia and pappous (grandma & grandpa) from the village were there as well. The uncle, cousins and friends of the family were there as well. Being in a Greek airport you get the whole big fat Greek family to welcome just one member. We are like this. We do everything surrounded by the whole family. If you ever go to a Greek hospital to visit someone be prepared to stumble upon the whole family of the patient squeezed into one room even if this patient shares a triple room. You do the math.
Suddenly I heard a shout: DADDDDDYYYYYYYYYY. A small girl managed to get everyone’s attention (including daddy who was waiting for his suitcase and was waving like a lunatic). I looked at the mom. She had tears. Tears of joy. I looked at the child. She was ecstatically shedding hers. I suddenly felt overwhelmed. I felt their joy. It was contagious.
If you ever feel down, or slightly depressed, or troubled or anything other than happy, a trip to the arrivals hall of the airport will do the trick (it will definitely not work with the departures hall, for the obvious reasons).
Today I decided to share a few of my favourite quotes that inspire me.
As much as I love and cherish my two children I can not bring myself to seriously consider adding one more to our family. Maybe, it is the realistic and down to earth part of me which reminds me why we should not go ahead and try for no3. I am tempted, don’t get me wrong. Being in total and unconditional love with them is what makes me think about an addition in the first place.
However, I am not the mom who still has the abundance of patience to deal with a pregnancy, newborn, colicks, breastfeeding, nightwaking, first fevers, first everything. I was there. Twice. It drained me physically and psychologically and I gave 200% of myself. The last five years were the most intense years of my life. They made me stronger. They made me grow up (maybe a bit faster than anticipated). They made me the person I am today. A mom who would literally DO ANYTHING for her family. If someone asks me today if would to it again knowing all of the above, I would. No doubt about it. But I would be more prepared. That’s for sure.
If I were younger, had an income myself, more help, less stress and no financial worries I would probably reconsider. Since, at the time of writing I have none of the above, I chose to be thrilled with having one boy, one girl and the perfect partner in crime. I am complete.