When silence heals irritation

It was a typical winter evening in our household. The rain was gently hitting the kitchen window with a constant rhythm as I lit a candle. I was contentedly chopping veggies to make a soup for dinner, while my five-year old son, Paul, was quietly sticking stickers on his new Cars magazine. My husband, Nicolas, was working next door, in his home office. Although we didn’t interact, we felt each other’s presence and that was enough.

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Bonding through stories

 

When I read stories to my son, we travel to imaginary places. My voice takes different tones, my body speaks a language of freedom and our hearts connect. We see colors and beautiful drawings, we escape from the daily hassles. His eyes open wide and he carefully absorbs every word. At the end, we learn lessons…and “they lived happily ever after”. Continue reading

Just play

When I was about 10, my mother told me I was a “big girl” and I’d better read a book than play with my dolls. It was a moment of internal conflict for me – I didn’t want to EVER stop playing and at the time reading was so utterly boring. For years, I would secretly play while pretending I was reading.  Continue reading