This is me with my children. 😊
They are my sunshine, everyday. Now, leaves are falling and slowly a yellow, red, orange blanket is covering the roads. We have a great time walking and jumping on it. Well, I am a grown up kid myself to be honest. Unfortunately my naivety is not helping much me in this last time, but I feel lighter in my heart when I connect with my kids.
Stay younger in your heart, stay healthier in your spirit and body.
The local market during the summer days. An experience I highly suggest if you are travelling around my Country. I so much enjoy going there. At least sometimes, not always. Personally, I am fond of the happy chitchatting of passersby, customers, stand owners and people meeting for an espresso.
Last Monday, my youngest son came with me. He trotted behind me, smiling and giggling in happiness. Then my eyes met with his tiny feet. They are so tender and small. In his little shoes. So I took this photo.
His feet, two opposites that are leading him to his just started life. I wish him so much happiness and I hope his feet will accompany him to the path of positiveness, well-being and fulfilment.
Inspired by The Daily post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: opposites
Poets, and poetry lovers, among you bloggers know exactly what I am talking about here, just reading the title. A famous Philip Larkin‘s poem. I won’t post it here, I leave to you the pleasure to go and find it out on the blogosphere (link on the poet’s name).
It is, among all, one of the poems that defines me most. As a person. As a daughter. As a mother. And it paints my pain, in the voyage I have taken 40 years ago when I saw the light of the earth for the first time. It is the voyage, that is still going on, to understand, love, forgive, my parents. And their faults.
Striking how many believe that loving a parent is a natural feeling. Believe me, it has not been my case. And in all my short life I have found out it is not my unique condition.
I think I will keep on going on searching for, during this difficult life journey, clues and answers to many questions that are still hanging over my head, since I was a child.
All in all, however, I believe that if I am the person I am, a person I truly love and admire, I owe it also to them- my parents.
But the voyage is still going on.
Inspired by the Daily post today’s one-word prompt ~ voyage