Strange Time – Special Time

This is a strange time. I was not prepared to it. To be true at first I was afraid  at the thought of staying home alone with my son. You may know, cause you are reading me for some time now, that motherhood is not that intuitive to me. It’s a challenging experience, a process, a road I took seven years ago not knowing at all what it was about.

This is a strange time, full of emotions going everywhere, taking all the place. There is joy and fear, love and doubts, wonderful suprises, chaotic moments, cries, laughs, so many ups, so many downs too.

It’s not really about being at home, nor about being separated from others, it’s really about finding our peace, our truth inside, it’s about listening to our inner voice, knowing what make sense, to us, it’s about learning who we are, expressing our needs. It’s an introspection, a time out of time, time to grow –  we grow when we struggle! It’s part of the deal too!

And you, how are you living it? Is it tough? Or quite easy? How would you define it? 

Finding our balance!

It’s been a while…
Like most of you I imagine, we’re home
We’re getting organised
We’re looking for our balance
Searching it every day
Finding bliss in silly little things
In moments of communion with neighbours we only see when we open our windows

It’s been a while
But we’ll be back more often

As a matter of fact my friend Salma in Canada got a new idea, a way of connecting.
So here we go…

And you what’re you up to?

Your story

@MK

Rewriting the story

Of an unknown love
As sacred as gold

Together since…
And yet I thougt
I could give you away

Precious gift
So tiny
Inside my belly

My steps
Frozen
My heart
Broken

A story
Of guilt
And love

Rewriting the story

So you can understand
Where you come from

Mister Pop!

Your smile
Like millions of stars brushing the sky
Our special bond
Between silver, teal and gold

Days without
With pain and anger

And days spent looking at the light blue sky
Talking to angels
Reading stories that never end

Rejoicing in saying “thank you”
Even for the unknown

Only one truth
Your birth and mine
Same heartbeat
Inside

Writing prompt #2

You came and you lifted the veil.

From one generation to the other, we were girls. We carried the burdens of the past. We could feel strings taking us back, when we tried to move on and build our life.

We were like flowers ready to bloom and wiped out by a wind of memories.  The story would keep repeating itself. A story of thorns and bloody drama.

Till you came.

A little boy in a precious basket. Like a messanger from above. Like you were send by angels to peace my heart and give me reasons to hope. The link of pain was severed.

When I look at you, I picture us in a garden full of beautiful roses, blue sky and fairy tales, trees bending to welcome us. Hand in hand we are strong to face the world.

This is my entry to the Writing Prompt by Mona.

The best for them

Copyright Marie Kléber

We may want for
Our kids
The best

We may want for
Our Kids
To erase
All our wrong choices

We may want for
Our kids
Better jobs
And greater dreams

But we can’t make them be
Who they are not

We can’t make them change
So they can fit
In the perfect picture
We built
To keep us sane

We can’t ask them to be
Us
Before our world collapsed
Because of our regrets

We can only wish
For them
To find their truth

Just the two of us

Copyright Marie Kléber

Kids love full houses. Voices. And people. And playing. Laughing. Games and big tables. Snacks and treats.

Maybe it’s the hardest part. The one that says, on a daily basis, it’s just the two of us.

Just him and me.

And seeing him missing something. The people. The voices. The fun. The funny part of life. Missing his friends as soon as we are back home. Missing his grand-parents as soon as they are back home.

When I feel down, I feel guilty.

But some days are good. Some days are even great fun. Just the two of us.

But I know he is in need of something more. So we go out. And spend days with family. And we meet people. And I try not to feel blue too often, or at least leave the blues for later. When he is in bed. And I remember the chance we have to be where we are.

We can never be sure to do it right.

We just try our best.

Isn’t it what we all do?

It started…

How it started?

I don’t know. It just happened. After the holidays. Second year of primary school. It started.

And then it was the same deal for the next four years.

Some teachers were trying, not that hard, to stop it. Others would join in the mess. Yes. It’s hard to imagine, isn’t it?

People in general would say “they’re just kids”.

Easy.

And then, we (society) started talking about bullying. We realized it was dangerous. We put things and actions in place to help the bullied one and the bulliy. At least, we did something.

I experienced it a bit in secondary school too, till the day I stood up for myself. It was the end of it. Just like that. It happened. I could breath again without wondering what blow would come next. And from where.

Obviously, I don’t wish anybody to experience any of this. But bullying still happens. It’s a threat. It does even kill young kids nowadays. It’s tough to realize that nothing really change in 32 years. Maybe more. It’s tough to see that it even start in preschool…

Do you or your kids experienced it? How did you manage. Did you get help / support? Or were you on your own to deal with it?