I made an appointment for him two weeks ago and now with the thrill of a pupil on an yearly examination I was in a hurry for his doctors’ office. All I wanted to hear was that everything would be fine. He was wearing a shirt and jeans, he was disturbingly young, extremely cocky and very late. I had been waiting for him for four hours along with my unnoticeable belly and when I finally entered his office he welcomed me with ‘What a beautiful blond mermaid.’ I perceived the four hours in front of his office as four years. Not because my bottom went flattened from sitting or because…

Having a child is a holiday. Like these big, bright ones that you expect with held breath and slight tension. Having Mia is both Christmas and Easter altogether. She is zest for the soul and unlimited source of joy for all senses. In two words – eyes and a smile that cure sulky mood, bad breath, rainy days, dejection, holes in the street, boredom and many other unexplored and unspoken spiritual and physical states. As every cure it has its side effects. Among the most persisting ones are a suffering nervous system, systematic inability to sleep and tiredness. And because there are no incorrigible things – my solution is escaping on…

When she cries, she purrs as an angry kitten. In certain occasions, however, she sounds more as particularly hungry tiger that has spent a considerable amount of time under the sun without water. In these ‘certain occasions’ I usually start opening and closing my chakras, looking for black cats on my way, turning round three times and spitting over shoulder. All these processes only make my temples pulsate as though I have a finger pressed in a vice. This is how her third month on this planet began. Generally, this activity with all its inherent apocalyptic scenes and manifestations was repeated every time she had to eat. On the language…

One of the most exciting moments of my pregnancy was definitely the time I was preparing my bag for the labor ward. Until then I have only heard about this enigma. During the earlier months of the pregnancy my mind was picturing it as a pink unicorn – mystery embraced all those articles that I had to have in advance, and with which I had to contentedly position myself and my belly in the hospital. When the moment approached I started reading online hints on what I have to buy. The majority of the things sounded as incomprehensible as the terminology used by my most favorite lecturer in Management Accounting.…

…or “Nobody is obliged to look after their grandchildren” 🙂 Regardless of what an amazing country one lives in, the summer comes and the idea of a sandpit, swing, slide, pool and other entertaining activities in the yard of grandma and grandpa gets more and more attractive. With a little bit of lightning tension that sporadically causes convulsions in my heart area and considerably soaked in excitement, I leave little miss sunshine in the yard which will turn into her summer paradise. Enchanted by all surprises that await her, she had totally forgotten even to grant me with a quick look. Her eyes had collected the glow of the night…

A truly wonderful experience was awaiting her. And it seems that she was feeling it somehow. In the excitement popping up from my voice as an impatient kid, in the stir all around taking us up as rapids, in my glowing with emotion eyes. For a single moment I travelled back in time and recalled my mom’s stories of my early childhood. Those which with just a few comprehensive descriptions collected in three short phrases and colored with vehement gestures undermine for milliseconds my entire authority over friends. Those which provoke a tsunami of laughter, few tears with the shape of a smile and uncontrollably waving limbs in the brain’s desperate…

Strolling with her stands for immensity of laughing, running, excitement, love, pushing the stroller with one hand, jumping on my left foot, a package of cookies (often two), a torrent of pictures and videos….shortly an emotion. It holds such a blast that if it explodes it could vanish at least three far away galaxies, few black holes, a dozen of dwarfs and asteroid rain. It could bring life to Mars and make Venus a real hospitable planet. Our last walk was particularly exciting. After it THEY appeared – the snots! I see them as highly unfriendly invaders. Uncompromisingly they take over territories (her nose), spread everywhere (mostly out of her…

She is just one year and nine months but already has a whole playground of admirers. Her appearance on this social fragment of sand with whimsical equipment and other forms of games, that freezes the blood of parents in fear that their infant can get hurt, is announced loudly by a group of older boys obviously in love with the delicate eighty-six centimetres flesh and an enigmatic smile that enlightens the world as a newly formed super nova. The crowd and the cheers around the little miss sunshine resemble the long awaited concert of Armin Van Buuren in O2 Arena. There is a forest of raised hands and jumping little…

Since recently I have been feeling like a character of Dan Braun’s ‘The Da Vinci Code’. Except that in my case I am more likely a character in The Dreams’ Code. For my daughter dreams start, last and end with crying. That crying that makes my hands tremor as someone in the last stage of Parkinson, and because of which my hair gets a shade whiter than that of a man who has just seen a fairy in the eyes. When tired from playing and amusement, her dream comes quietly and humbly takes her to wonderland. Then, I spend at least seventeen minutes in contemplating this masterpiece that not that…