My son. The joy of my life.

Raising him, the hardest thing in life. To be the loving mother who still hugs and kisses him good night. To be tough when he is cheeky and talks back. To make him realise that there is more to life than iPad and Apple tv.

To teach him to be aware of his surroundings, to be responsible for his acts and not blame others . Million things I want to teach him, yet I don’t know if I am succeeding.
He is my big 9 year old son who is sobbing in his bed right now.

God, how I wish I have someone I could share this with, who would reassure me that I am doing the right thing, that tough love is the real love…and in the end he will thank me.
So hard. I just want to go in and hug him and make him feel better, hate to see him upset.
But I won’t.

Maybe we are just tired. He is away from his home, new place again. The sale went through, and we have an apartment in the city close to the school. Lovely little place. In less then a week I turned it into a home. Not a difficult task, used to it, and having a storage room full of furniture helped .Just needed some lamps, carpets and all set. Shabby chic with a modern twist. Lots of whites, greys, very relaxing.

Needless to say that I had to do it alone. The one who supposed to help me bailed out on me the night before, and to make it more complicated the school had a bomb scare again. My priorities changed immediately, picking up my son and having him with me safe and sound was all that mattered.

Luckily we had a fantastic team of movers, they did a great job, by night we had our furniture reassembled and we counted the corners before falling asleep.

We are adjusting. It is great to stay in bed till 7 or more, knowing that we could be in school in less than 15 minutes.
Wonderful to have plenty of time to talk and play even on those days when he has ski or tennis practice.
It is fantastic to have coffee while sitting on the sofa on a weekday morning, feeling almost guilty.

I am so used to doing hundreds of things at the same time, rushing from one place to another, driving 4-5 hours a day, never having time for anything.

Had to come to the city to slow down a bit. This is weird. Very weird , but I love it.  Gathering my strength for the weekend .

Enchanted, here I come!