Why did this part of the blog come into being?
Neither did I follow a firm decision nor did I really have the goal in mind “The blog must be expanded by a topic”. But there were some things that I either had to smile about or rolled my eyes or clicked my tongue indignantly because I thought to myself, “you can’t be serious, do you actually listen to yourselves?
A little later came the partial realization that I was probably one of them: we’re talking about normal parents.
– Julia, desperate
Especially by parents of small children – the sort who, of course, don’t find anything funny about smelling their offspring’s not-so-fresh diaper in the middle of the pedestrian zone to determine whether it’s time for a little pit stop. Or repeating the same Gaga phrase five times at a pitch that is not only alarming to one’s own eardrums.
I heard various idiosyncrasies little by little among us and our circle of acquaintances, and at some point I started to make a note of them. For self-reflection? Possibly. And the older the children got, the longer this list became – so it was high time to ask myself:
Is it just me?
-FOR MY FAMILY-
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For my husband, who is partly to blame for this blog (as for many other good things in my life).
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For my daughter, who showed me what unconditional love is, and that I can definitely make exceptions to it at night.
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For my son, who would certainly have drooled over this blog, if a “blog” was something to touch.
At this point, you can read about our experiences on the way to raising our children to become independent beings. Sometimes we succeed better, sometimes we are completely wrong. Maybe you will find comfort in reading this, because you will realize that you are not alone with worries, fears or sleeplessness. Hopefully you’ll have to smile every now and then about what we experience, because: this part of the blog should ultimately also show that a family is something wonderful and that we don’t let difficult challenges get us down.
More of the parent’s diaries
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“Born“ Moms: Preparing for All Life’s Challenges
The phenomenon of “born” mothers Do you know this as well or do you even feel addressed yourself? I’m not talking about helicopter or lawnmower parents (at least that’s what we‘re calling over-protective parents in German). I’m talking about mothers who are prepared for any – really any – situation. And make the whole thing…
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Baby equipment essentials – the ultimate list
What did we really need, what is just something that you use twice and then either the child is already too big for it or you don’t need it at all for a long time – no matter if impractical, rejection of the baby or simply superfluous? After one year as a “heavy user” you…
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When grandpa lurks outside the delivery room
About a birth trauma of a different kind Finally, she’s here! After months of sleep deprivation during pregnancy, because my bladder had grown to about the size of a ping pong ball and I had already gained a taste of what was in store for us now that we had a child, I finally made…
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Two pacifiers and a puzzle piece
Why children sleeping in the marital bed is not a good permanent solution The title describes my finds this evening before my own bedtime: A puzzle piece, at least made of cardboard and not wood – which slightly increases the comfort factor when lying on it – and two pacifiers found under the covers in…
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Style in the children’s room: Scandinavian minimalist design
…and why the “high-gloss nursery” remains a myth An episode on the subject of style in the nursery has remained in my memory during the purchase of my wedding dress – I was already clearly pregnant. The saleswoman told me about her son and her view of style. The eight-year-old was not allowed to have…
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Zero Followers – should parents be allowed to upload their kids’ lifes on social media?
I’m a child of the late 80s – videos were made at Christmas and birthdays at best. With a video camera, which is more cumbersome to make videos than my laptop today and about as heavy and was recorded on tapes. Today’s generation of children doesn’t even know what the square pencils were used for…