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Easter pics-past and present

I am reminiscing today through pictures about what Easter looked like before we had a child  and how it is these days for our wee family. Enjoy these memories with me!

Easter Monday, 2008. Short stay in Dublin before we headed for Greece to celebrate it with hubby's family.

Easter 2008- day trip in the mountains with two of hubby's brothers.

Easter 2009- I must have been three months pregnant. I was looking forward to her arrival!

Easter 2010- baby at four months, having a go at an Easter egg! A preview of the days to come, little did I know!

Easter shots, April 2011- matching hairbands and happy girls!

Nom, nom, Easter 2011- that Easter bunny was tasty!

Easter eggs, 2011- I had help with those from teenagers in church.

Easter 2012

Oh, I almost forgot! This Easter I discovered a Romanian grocer's here in Northern Ireland and bought all these goodies to remind me of home! My daughter and my hubby were even more eager than I and we finished a big, massive Cozonac(Romanian cake) in 10 minutes!

God of everything!

I have honoured my Romanian inheritance in my last post.
This post honours our time in Northern Ireland and its great singers. Ryan Griffith used to sing in my old church and his songs bring me closer to God every time I hear them.
So now take a moment and say thank you to Jesus for what he did on the cross and be reminded of all Jesus is: “amazing, glorious, God of everything; far beyond all understanding,measureless…”

Have a blessed Easter and remember it’s not all about chocolate eggs and Easter bunnies :-).

Easter week in Romania

Prohodul Domnului/Jesus’ Burial

If I was in Romania the week before Easter there would be a flurry of activity in the house( cleaning, cooking…etc) but also high attendance to evening services that remind us of Jesus’ death and finally resurrection. I miss the latest part, all the singing along frinds and family, all the sadness and then all the joy…

I am sharing a video today. They normally sing all this long song (I don’t remember how many verses, around 57 maybe or more!) on the “Holy Friday” over the period of a couple of hours. And it’s all about Jesus’ death!

Movie Review: Rabbit Hole

The only way out is through

It’s established: Saturday nights are movie nights in our house!

Last Saturday this movie jumped at us in the video shop. We were in a rush, toddler was amassing  chocolate star bags and Peppa Pig DVDs off the shelves at an alarming rate so we didn’t even have time to read the clippings on the back. It was enough to see Nicole Kidman was in it, we knew we couldn’t go terribly wrong.We did expect complexity of plot(which we got) but we didn’t expect a message of hope out of such a sad case.

Storyline? A young couple who have it all going for themselves (big house in an affluent suburb, important jobs,the kid and the dog!), face indescribable loss when their six-year-old boy is hit and killed by a car in front of the house. The movie observes the aftermath of the tragedy and the very different  coping mechanisms the parents resort to. It’s almost a clinic observation of  techniques on “How to deal with the death of a loved one.” The only thing that surprises the viewer is its conclusion.

Let me expand on it a little bit. Mum completely shuts herself off, even from her own mother and sister, and lives an a recluse having occasional outbursts of rage at whoever catches her eye. She is furious with God to the point that she stops believing in His existence. Dad has a totally different approach to the situation  and he clings to everything that reminds him of his son: the car seat, the boy’s drawings on the fridge and his toys. But things need to change because the human soul was not created to contain and sustain such an amount of pain and devastation. So they try to find solutions to pain: the mother(Nicole Kidman) finds the teenager who killed her son and tries to get some sort of closure. The father thinks he can have an affair with another grieving parent but realises last minute that it would be a mistake.

The title of the movie comes from the comic book the teenager who has killed their son puts together. It is a parallel world story in which a father has to get through a rabbit hole to try and find his way into a different dimension where his son has gone. Symbolically for the bereaved parents, this father finds his son but “not really, because he’s in a different dimension now, he has taken a different form.” Just like the parent in the comic book, they would have to dig their way out of the rabbit hole in which they buried themselves and live with the pain of losing their son as a substitute for the real thing.

I found the moment when the parents reconnect extremely touching. No big formulas to their pain, no magic wands to make it all better. Just learning to live again, baby step after baby step, re-learning to be part of the world without their son. Extremely touching.

What I learned? To have a lot of respect for people who have experienced a loss and are still together. A loss carries so much emotion with it that the “natural” response would be to disengage from all meaningful relationships which remind one of it. To stick with it and see it through TOGETHER involves a lot of courage, especially when the spouses’ responses to it can be dramatically different.

I’m not gonna raise my child to be an achiever!

I know something the prince never knew: One day she will be gone…

I know, I know, I’m a scandalous mum, right?

The other day I came upon a short article in “Daily Mail” that touched upon the subject. Following a study in a number of families over a number of years (you wouldn’t expect me to remember data, would you, I’m a philologist!) they concluded that parents who had taught their offsprings to be”go-getters” had set them for failure, not for success! Children whose upbringing centered on getting results, always be at the top and feeling good ONLY when they had another achievement to tuck into their belt didn’t have the ABILITY or KNOW HOW to relate to people, form meaningful attachments and rely on friends when things went wrong…Basically, they hadn’t been taught there is a social aspect to life.

Right, before you jump up and say this is silly nonsense( and you would if you were raised to be an achiever and you feel threatened!), let me tell you that I live in the very close proximity of an achiever and I can testify to the veridicity of each and every ridiculous statement above. I know what it means when someone can’t enjoy their weekend because they “haven’t done enough” during the week (read, haven’t worked for 12 hours each day, only 11!). When they cancel on you last moment and let you go and see friends alone because they have “something more important” to finish. When they take their laptop or mobile phone on every single holiday, even weekends away or birthday celebrations, because they need to “touch base.” When they explode because they haven’t learned how to release anger and smash the above mentioned mobile phone/laptop against a wall…

So no. I’m not gonna teach my child to be an achiever. If you have read my previous post, you would have realised I’m the sort of mum that goes with the flow. My child’s own pace, that is! Sooo, if my child will prove to be a prodigy and has it in her blood to achieve great results in any field of expertise, I will not prevent her from achieving! But if she grows into a happy, healthy girl who loves her friends more than doing her homework, I will not protest. I will encourage her to care about people more that medals because at the end of the day, there are no medals given out for the best things in life: having a baby,meeting a friend for coffee, relaxing at the end of a hard day…