Sarbatoarea verii

⁃ Mami, pot sa te intreb ceva?

⁃ Da, iubito, poti sa ma intrebi orice vrei!

⁃ Daca toamna are sarbatoarea ei, Hallowen-ul, iarna sarbatoarea ei, Craciunul, primavara sarbatoarea ei, Pastele, vara de ce nu are si ea o sarbatoare a ei?

⁃ …. Are! Ziua Copilului, 1 Iunie!

⁃ Nu mama, aia nu e sarbatoare, aia e o zi! Eu ma refeream la o sarbatoare adevarata a verii! De ce nu are si vara sarbatoare ei?

Da’ chiar asa, de ce nu are si vara sarbatoarea ei?

Asteptandu-l pe Mos Nicolae

Legenda spune ca diseara Mos Nicolae va veni si va aduce dulciuri in ghetutele tuturor copiilor cuminti din intreg Universul!

Copilul nostru a curatat deja de 3 ori toate incaltarile de la usa: pe ale ei, 2 perechi, pe ale mele, 1 pereche si pe ale tatalui ei, tot 2 perechi. Face si face si se tot duce sa vada daca a venit Mosu’…

– Ti-am zis ca vine dupa ce se face intuneric!In timpul zilei, pe lumina, il pot vedea copilasii cand se furiseaza pe geam.

– Pe geam vine? Nu pe usa? Atunci sa punem ghetutele langa geam, sa ii fie mai usor sa lase toate dulciurile in cizmele mele.

– Lasa-le acolo, se descurca el! Are experienta si stie exact cum sa procedeze!

– Tie nu o sa iti lase prea multe bomboane, nu incap in ghetele tale. De ce nu iti aduci si o pereche de cizme, sa aiba mai mult loc Mos Nicolae? Daca vrea sa iti aduca fructe, cum face? Nu incap! Nici nu ti-ai desfacut nodul la sireturi…

Imi doresc sa se faca seara mai repede, deja nerabdarea ei este mare si tirul intrebarilor pe masura. Simt nevoia sa ma relaxez putin inainte de a veni Mosu’. Il anunt si pe tatal ei despre intentiile mele si decidem ca ar putea iesi doar ei doi sa se plimbe putin prin vremea mohorata de afara, inainte de marele eveniment al serii.

Pret de cateva minute aud din cealalta camera franturi de cantecele si de rugaminti de a se imbraca si cateva nu-uri. Apoi se face liniste, se aude usa trandindu-se si raman singura singurica in toata casa! Astept putin, sa fiu sigura ca au plecat, apoi ies din camera. Pe masa din sufragerie gasesc un bilet, scris de manutele ei mici si dragalase:


Nu sunt sigura cui i-a scris, mie sau lui Mos Nicolae…

Asteptandu-l pe Mos Nicolae

Painting with kids

For some time now me and my daughter have a new hobby: painting or reproducing works of famous artists. We paint by numbers or we add paint on scketches or on 3D contours. Is a very relaxing activity and most important, a fun way for her to learn about famous artists or paintings.

Yesterday we started working on a new project: we paint by numbers on a canvas one of Leonid Afremov’s work. She looks at the painting and asks me:

– Mum, what this picture is supposed to represent?

– Well, if we are lucky, it will be a lady and a gentlmen walking in the rain.

– Now it looks more like Picachu…

– Picasso? I ask.

– Yes mama, Picasso! I got the name wrong, but I know how Picasso painted!

Work in progress

The rocket book by Peter Newell

We continue the serie of events related to Hallowen with a tricky business: launching a rocket in the basement of a 21 floors building! In 1912’s New York, after the janitor’s son lits up a rocket that goes up ‘til it reaches the top flat.

It is not SF, nor a dream of mine; it is not even a TV commercial or animation. It is the “ Rocket book” by Peter Newell, one of the fathers of children illustrated books.

I believe that in every aspect of life we need to look up to the pioneers and the ones that took things at the highest level.

In the world of children illustrated books, Peter Newell is one of them. He illustrated Mark Twain and Lewis Caroll, to name two of the famous writers he worked with. What I loved the most about this book is the attention he paid to details, the expresivity of his characters and the ability to create a scene without overloading the illustrations. And the use of objects and words that are now lost from our homes and vocabulary.

It is a book to have and to read, at any age, I would say.

My 7 yo daughter had an interesting reaction to the book. She asked me why all the people in the book were so amazed and had eyes so big. And then she wondered what it would happen if we lit rocket in our building’s garage 🙂

I didn’t respond the obvious, that we would fly from there as soon as the rocket in the book did…


Or should I just write Hallowen?

Until a few years back, I didn’t knew much about this celtic celebration of the deads. It was the movies and my daughter who gave the only meaning to this evening: we would dress in costumes, carve a Jack-o-lantern pumpkin and go “trick or treat”. Because throwing a Hallowen party in the pandemic it can be a little … tricky.

We are orthodox, not by choice, but by birth and we celebrate the deaths in the last Saturday of October. And we have some similar traditions for this evening too: we light candles ( not in pumpkins) and we prepare some food ( not only candies) to give away ( to treat). And we go to the cemetery and we light a candle to the graves of our relatives or friends that are no longer with us. We remember them and we celebrate their live. It’s the “Saturday of the deaths”

This year we kept the tradition: we made a pie, found a witch ( a small and very pretty one) and we carved a scary faced pumpkin. We took the little witch and the pumpkin and we went trick or treat.

We had some dinner and the story says that the pumpkin didn’t return home with us…

Autumn art with kids

Autumn is not my favourite season at all…

But I do like the colors it brings in the nature and the smell of cold in the morning. The pies we make and the roasted chesnuts; the walk we get to go on until the winter really setles in. And I love to collect leaves and wild berries and small pieces of wood for our art projects.

Today we decided to use some of the materials we collected in the week-end. We included leaves and berries and wooden dolls in our art. We glued and colored and put together some people …

It was a lot of fun and we sang and laughed alot.

My daughter wants to prepare a small in-house exhibition, for friends and family to see and maybe invest in our work. By now, when I write these lines, the courier was the only person asked if he wants to buy a fall painting with leaves 🙂 He was super confused, but she assured him she wroked hard on it and that is really valuable…

Me, I’m just happy that she knows how to make the most out of everything that she does.

Lampa muscata de caine

Stam intinse pe pat si povestim. Eu ii spun ca in casa in care ne aflam acum a locuit mai demult un catel. Ar vrea sa aiba si ea un catel, dar stie ca doar cand ne vom muta intr-o locuinta la curte va putea avea unul. Dar asta nu inseamna ca nu ii plac in continuare toate istorisirile, povestile sau interactiunile cu caini si catei. Bunicii ei au de cateva luni un pui de caine tare dragalas si nazdravan si se bucura mereu sa se uite la filmuletele cu aventurile micului patruped.

La un moment dat imi zice:

⁃ Mami, din lumanarea noastra a muscat un caine!

⁃ Care lumanare, frumoasa mea?

⁃ Asta de deasupra patului!

⁃ Asta este o aplica!

⁃ Da, lampa asta, vezi? E muscata de caine! Uite acolo!

⁃ Si cum crezi tu ca a ajuns un caine pana sus acolo sa poata musca din ea?

⁃ S-a urcat pe o scara?

⁃ Ma intrebi sau banuiesti?

⁃ Eu nu banuiesc! Eu vad acolo o muscatura de caine si iti spun! Nu ma crezi, uita-te tu singura!

Ma uit, mai mult amuzata de imaginea unui caine asa de aventuros si curajos care, dupa ce s-a catarat pe o scara atat de inalta, mai are chef sa muste din lampa… Si imi aduc aminte de cainele meu din copilarie care imi rodea caietele de teme si manualele. Iar profesoara nu ma credea niciodata cand ii spuneam ca el a ros tema la mate.

Dar micuta mea are dreptate: lampa noastra chiar arata de parca a muscat un caine din ea! Si ii raspund si mai amuzata:

⁃ Uite vezi, de asta nu vreau eu sa avem un caine. Daca se dezechilibreaza si cade de pe scara cand se urca el acolo sus sa muste din lampa?

⁃ Mama, cainii nu se urca pe scara!!! Am spus si eu o poveste! Lumanarea aia am stricat-o eu cand am aterizat de pe luna mica! Prin tavan am aterizat cand s-a stricat racheta, ai uitat?

N-am uitat, cum sa uit tocmai povestea aterizarii ei de pe luna mica? I-am scris si o carte, tocmai pentru a nu uita niciodata cum a venit ea in lumea asta a noastra, unde uneori adultii uita sa mai creada in povesti…

Sfanta iubirii

Este onomastica domnisoarei noastre dragi, fetita care a venit de pe luna mica. Se joaca cu tata in timp ce eu ii pregatesc in secret un tort de clatite. Nu stiu reteta exacta pe care o folosesc Pettson si Findus, personajele indragite din cartile lui Sven Nordqvist, dar sper sa ii fac o surpriza placuta.

Il ornez, improvizez un soi de lumanare si o chem sa sufle in ea. Emotionata, isi pune o dorinta si apoi sufla. Ne asezam in jurul mesei sa savuram fiecare din felia de tort impartita de tati.

⁃ Mami, azi e sfanta mea, nu?

⁃ Da, iubito! Este sfanta ta.

⁃ De ziua mea adevarata facem noi doua un tort adevarat?

⁃ Desigur! Dar asta nu e tort adevarat?

⁃ Este… dar tot clatite sunt. Clatite pot manca oricand, nu doar de ziua mea… Urmatorul sfant al cui e?

⁃ Al meu cred, ii raspunde tati. Si apoi urmeaza ziua ta de nastere.

⁃ Si sfanta lui mami cand e? Mami ce sfanta are?

Pufnesc in ras la gandul unei sfinte cu numele meu. Domnita poate, dar nu sfanta.

⁃ Mami nu are o sfanta, ma scoate tatal ei din incurcatura. Ea are doar zi de nastere.

⁃ A fost ziua ei de nastere! I-am desenat o felicitare si am mancat tort la terasa. Dar vreau sa aiba si mami o sfanta. Daca nu este o sfanta cu numele ei, va fi sfanta iubirii! Ea ne iubeste cel mai mult pe lumea asta si are grija de noi. Vrei mami, sa fii sfanta iubirii?

Sunt oameni care stiu exact ce vor fi cand vor fi mari. Altii isi doresc sa fie piloti sau doctori. Unii se nasc cu talente si abilitati de genii. De conducatori, lideri sau campioni.

Eu nu stiu ce altceva mi-as fi putut dori sa fiu in viata asta. Ma bucur doar ca sunt mama fetitei asteia minunate si ca de acum am si eu o sfanta, sfanta iubirii.

3 Iunie, Ziua Nationala a Bicicletei

M-am bucurat sa aflu ca astazi este prima Zi Nationala a Bicicletei! Este activitatea noastra preferata ca familie, avem toti trei biciclete si ori de cate ori timpul si timpurile ne permit, iesim sa ne dam cu bicla prin oras 🙂

Noi fetele avem biciclete mici si usoare, rosii si cochete! Precum personajul favorit al fetitei noastre, Lotta de pe strada Zurbagiilor. Cum care Lotta? Lotta lui Astrid Lindgren! Mai bine zis a lui Ilon Wikland, caci ea a imaginat si desenat asa minune de fata.

Acum asteptam cuminti sa mai crestem si sa ne inlocuim bicicletele mici de oras cu unele mai performante. Si apoi vom putea sa ne plimbam pe dealuri si prin paduri, departe de zgomotul si aglomeratia orasului.

Astazi nu este deloc cea mai luminoasa sau calduroasa zi, dar este numai buna pentru o plimbare cu bicicleta.

Iar pentru lectura de seara stiu sigur ce carte vom alege. Lotta, desigur!

The world needs who you were made to be

By Joanna Gaines

illustrated by Julianna Swaney

Tommy Nelson books, 2020

A few years back, my dearest friend told me the story of a celebrity who went to a very faimous designer/stilist/life changing type of person. And she told the specialist that she wants a change and she have to reinvent herself. And the guy asked her how she wants to be, the new reinvented her. And she said that would like to be like X public person and a little bit like that person and so on… The answer was: How about being who you really are? And I often asks myself if I am who I really am or I just try to please the others or to be who someone else needs me to be. Because we live among people and how they see us and their opinion about us matter, we like it or not.

I think that we prepair our kids to be not who they really are and we keep on doing that since they are very little. We compare them with other kids; our parents compare them with us at their age; we ask them what they want to be when they grow up and we also offer the “right” answers. And by doing so, we limit their options with our subjectivity and our own limitations. So maybe the best thing we can do is let them be who they natural feel to be. And trust them that they know best what they want to be or how they want to live.

The book is written in sort verses that rhyme and are easy to remeber and repeat. It is recommended for ages 4-8, but depending on the child history of reading, it’s appropiate for children smaller than 4 yo.

Joanna Gaines is a famous designer who, together with her husband and their 5 kids, had a famous TV show that she end it due to the excesive exposure of the family.

The message she wants to send to all the children of the world is that it is ok to be different, to want different things and to get where we want to go on different paths. Because it is human nature to be diverse, to have unique qualities and abilities. Maybe some kids like to work in team and maybe some are more productive working alone. Maybe some are very serious when completing a task and other like to tell a joke or sing or make a special sound ( my daughter does that) when they are focusing on a job.

And as long as we prepare ourselves the best we can, the journey we take is the same for each and everyone of us. And the sky, as we take the journey, is filled with all our beautiful differences! And it is a picture worth making and seing, because we have just one live and we must live it the best we can. As who we were meant to be.