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Hello friends! I haven’t kept in touch, I know and I apologise. I guess I had nothing worth noting on blog. But I am here now to wish you all a very happy Christmas and a wonderful New Year! The last few weeks I have been trying to think on the meaning of Christmas. Not at length, mind you, ’cause nothing can be done at length when you mother a small child. But between playgroup pick ups, present wrapping, daily cooking, frequent husband admonishing and tedious child rearing I found here and there moments of mental rest(rare!) when I pondered on the birth of Jesus. Ever since I watched Oranges and Blossoms last summer, this nagging question stayed with me: what are the things happening at the moment in my proximity that I choose to turn a blind eye on rather than get involved in the change? How are children nowadays affected by the grown-ups indifference and choice of comfort? Some answers were revealed to me but I kept postponing action due to the practicalities …
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you who celebrate it, first of all! I know that following my Halloween post you might consider me totally against imported holidays but I am not. I am totally against nonsensical, scary holidays who introduce our children to witchery and monsters when they’re too young to discern for themselves. On the other hand, I am totally for holidays that teach children to be thankful to God and to their parents. It’s a good life lesson. I didn’t learn this lesson when I was young. This summer God used a book lent to me by a good friend(Who Switched Off My Brain, by Caroline Leaf) to shed light on some grey areas in my life. He showed me my life had been, up to that point, anything but full of thanksgiving and gratitude. My attitude had been poor as I always wished for “better” things: a better house, a better husband, a better figure, a better church…And you know what? Once I got what I wished for, there would have been …
I feel very honoured to be part of the very first ever International Day of the Girl. I heard of International Day of the Girl for the first time this morning. One of my friends on Facebook put up this link for a new website Too Young to Wed and it caught my attention as it had the picture of two eight-year old girls and their 29-year old husbands on its landing page. The subject stirs me every time, as you might already know if you have been following my blog for a while and read my review on a Thousand Splendid Suns and Harmattan. So when an email came in shortly after from Mumsnet Bloggers regarding the International Day of the Girl I knew I had to tie these two separate events and write a post about girls who don’t have a voice or a choice. I did a bit of research and found a lot on the subject. I would like to mention here the very interesting project of 10×10 “a feature film, Girl …
Okay, I have been lazy and haven’t posted for while but it was all for a good reason. We had mum visiting with us for almost two weeks and our mission has been to make sure mum had the time of her life. We took Mum to visit places of interest to her: a day trip to mount Athos and visits to Thessaloniki’s old catacombs. We encouraged her to try new things: gyros(a much yummier version of kebab!), wonderful home made sweets from as many zaxaroplastias(Greek sweet shops) we could and a swim in the sea had been on our to-do-list! Most importantly, we allowed her to spend time with her granddaughter and re-acquaint with Emma as a little girl full of stories, opinions and love for her Bica. Mum left today and we feel our mission has been achieved in its most important task: Emma begged her till the last moment to stay with us as there is room for her here! There were tears and sadness but more important, there were memories created …
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