30 October 2015

Where my 4 year old took me to the Municipal Library and not the other way around


Today my heart melted in million drops of love. And even though these moments are the hardest to put in writing, I need to, because today is one of those days I never want to forget.

The  (true) story goes like this: some days, especially on Fridays, being in the office at 6.30 pm feels unbearable. Unbearable is also my thirst of spending more time with the boys. This is why today I decided to take half day off. And here it is how I spent it:

I started with a good coffee on my way to the metro. Because I arrived at the kindergarten 20 min earlier than the schedule allows, I spent some time in the nearby park. I am in need of some soul searching because there is one aspect of my life that acutely asks for a change. I stayed on a bench and restrained from grabbing the phone. Sadly this is the automatism I experienced because I can't really remember the last time I had the luxury of having 20 minutes with nothing to do, outside in the sun. Turns out 20 minutes pass slowly when one doesn't experience stillness that often. This was chapter one with a lesson I need to turn to sometime soon.

Chapter 2 was with Tudor. Kids had a great time today at the kindergarten all in costumes, celebrating Halloween. But that was not the highlight of Tudor's day. His favorite part was a visit to the Municipal Public Library. Which he couldn't stop talking about ever since I picked him up from the kindergarten. After a few minutes in the park he insisted on taking me to the Library. I didn't know where it was, but he assured me he could take me there. I had my doubts, stupid me. Turns out Tudor had the right route in his mind showing me where we need to cross the street, where we need to turn right and again right and all the little details. Having reached our destination, I felt reassured that I am raising a traveler. I hesitated to go in, not knowing if somebody was still there. Tudor knocked and a lady librarian opened the door. I explained how we got there and she recognized Tudor from the earlier visit. The lady was very welcoming and we had such an nice chat while Tudor read through some of the books there. We ended up with a membership card and 5 books to take home with us.

Chapter 3 was when we got home. I wanted to read one of the books with Tudor but he asked for the tablet instead. It was fine, I let him, knowing that we will turn to those beautiful books later and in the following days.

Chapter 4, Cristian got home. He was extremely excited about the books we brought for him: one about animal records, other about arms and armors and another about medieval legends. He only reached for the tablet after we did some reading. There is still hope.

Life goes on with its mundane affairs. In between there are these special journeys. I must have done something right to deserve 2 wonderful sons. And despite all marital frustration, I am extremely grateful for my husband since only together we made all these possible. And yes, I do have happy tears in my eyes when talking about the 3 special men in my life.

To be continued...

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