motherhood

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…

I’ve been contemplating on a subject for October post for a few weeks now. There are plenty of things I want to talk about — motherhood is one topic that is impossible to exhaust. I want to write about judging…

It is only after having a child that I learned how deep into the alphabet the letters on bra labels run. Most of my life I had a D cup — a point of shame and frustration at school and…

When Kroshka was two or three weeks old my husband and I went out for strolls around the city. Our son easily slept three hours in his stroller so we would make it to the old town, grab a coffee,…

I woke up at 6.15 in the morning. My husband was about to leave for work. My son was screaming. “6.15 is too early… I can’t start the day at 6.15, Kroshka, please, go back to sleep.” He listened, we…