Voglio pensare che Dio esiste. Che ha un grande sorriso, e lo sta offrendo a nonna. E che ora la sta abbracciando, felice che lei sia finalmente là e chiedendole scusa per averla fatta soffrire così tanto. Le sta promettendo che a momenti abbraccerà il suo Francesco e insieme veglieranno su figlie, nipoti, pronipoti.
Voglio pensare che se Lui esiste ha conservato per quella piccola donnina piena di amore e rispetto il posto migliore tra gli angeli.
Voglio pensare che per il resto dei miei anni metterà sulla mia strada ogni giorno qualcosa che mi faccia ricordare di lei.
Voglio pensare che esiste, e che se ce l'ha portata via abbia davvero una buona ragione opre averci privato dei suoi abbracci e delle sue parole sottovoce. E per avermi privato di quegli occhi che oggi come non mai ritrovo in quelli di mia figlia.
Saturday 5 November 2011
Thursday 13 October 2011
Happily tired...2 years after!
Two years ago I was in labour, feeling a kind of pain that is similar to none, a pain that I enjoyed feeling and that I'd happily feel again and again.
Today, walking on the street with Betta, who will be two tomorrow, and having to wait for her to reach me I just felt like two years ago. I just had to wait, just let her do in her own time. I felt a bit frustrated at first, but then it was great to see her running towards me, trying to reach me as fast as she could, just like when she crawled up on me to reach my breast for her very first feed.
There's no denying it, sometimes being a mum (and a mum of two) is really demanding, but there's no happiness as big and as fulfilling as that brought by kids, and there's no better feeling than holding your newborn baby for the first time. And that feeling, repeats itself every time I get a cuddle from Betta. Am I cheesy? Don't think so, I'm just so in love with my girls!
Today, walking on the street with Betta, who will be two tomorrow, and having to wait for her to reach me I just felt like two years ago. I just had to wait, just let her do in her own time. I felt a bit frustrated at first, but then it was great to see her running towards me, trying to reach me as fast as she could, just like when she crawled up on me to reach my breast for her very first feed.
There's no denying it, sometimes being a mum (and a mum of two) is really demanding, but there's no happiness as big and as fulfilling as that brought by kids, and there's no better feeling than holding your newborn baby for the first time. And that feeling, repeats itself every time I get a cuddle from Betta. Am I cheesy? Don't think so, I'm just so in love with my girls!
Saturday 20 August 2011
Missing Glasgow???
The short answer is yes!!!
Would you ever imagine that? I am staying in lovely, sunny Sardinia, and I am missing rainy, cold Glasgow. After more than 6 weeks here, it feels like, it's time to go back to my living room, to my west end flat, to my mummy friends, to all the things I am used to!
I love sardinia, and och, I would die for it, but I can't deny Glasgow is in my heart by now.
Would you ever imagine that? I am staying in lovely, sunny Sardinia, and I am missing rainy, cold Glasgow. After more than 6 weeks here, it feels like, it's time to go back to my living room, to my west end flat, to my mummy friends, to all the things I am used to!
I love sardinia, and och, I would die for it, but I can't deny Glasgow is in my heart by now.
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