Motherhood

It dawned on me only last year that I am an adult who has to deal with adult problems — I am thirty three. I am lucky, aren’t I? To have had thirty two years of, well, not absolute unperturbed…

In the past two months I’ve come to realize that the speed of my writing on the topic of motherhood is directly proportional to my level of exhaustion. A ton of work, sleepless nights, cranky toddler? I type away into…

A few weeks before leaving Nuremberg for Hamburg, I frenziedly booked dinners at my favorite restaurants, ran around the Old Town soaking up every detail close to my heart, and looked for souvenirs that would remind me of the city…

Last night was rough. I mean we’ve had worse, much worse. The kind of nights when my son woke up every half an hour and cried while my husband and I were frantically looking for the reason: is it colic?…

Today I met with a friend who has no children for a coffee. It is important to mention that he has no children for a few reasons. The main being that I appreciate friends who have no children and still…

Mornings of a stay-at-home mom consist — apart from brushing someone else’s teeth, cooking eggs several different ways according to every family member’s preference and zealously gulping down coffee — of looking longingly at the husband who’s getting ready for…

On the right side of my chin is a one-and-a-half-centimeters-long scar. It doesn’t strike the eye, but is visible. I cannot remember myself without it. The scar is simply a part of my face, like a nose is. I might…

Four months ago I found myself on Ikea website, having paid three hundred euros for a bunch of BRANÄS, SAXBORGA, and KNAGGLIG, not a single one of which is a piece of furniture. I spent what used to be my…

Kroshka, I am gonna tell you an incredible story. A story of how I met your father. Ten years ago, before I was mama, I had this whole other life.  Tada-tada-tada-tada-tada-tada-tada-tada-papa-paaaapaaaaa-papapapa-rararararararararaaaaaaaaa! I do hope you recognized the melody and sang…

When I used to read parents’ praise to their babies — usually around the time of the kid’s birthday, usually on social media — all those “you are the best thing that ever happened to me” and “I am learning…