A couple weeks ago I deleted Facebook off my phone. Here is an update on how that’s been going:
– I immediately looked at my phone less and felt more focussed. It’s happened so much that I reach into my pocket, turn on my phone only to realise that there is nothing really I can do with it right then. It’s been pretty crazy to see how subconsciously I sometimes reach for my phone and not having Facebook has made me more critical of my use of my smartphone in general.
– I really no longer feel the need to know what everyone is up to. In fact, when I do go on Facebook, I haven’t been trying to catch up with everything I’ve missed, which is what I thought would happen.
– I started using other Apps more to fill time. There are times when Matilda watches shows, or is playing happily in the bath, when I would normally be looking around on Facebook, but seeing as I can’t do that anymore, Pinterest and my go-to ‘Lifestyle’ App ‘Flipboard’ (there is something really slimy about writing Lifestyle app. It kind of makes me feel dirty. Hm) have become my time fillers. Not good. I had decided to really keep my eye on that consumption when…
This girl turned 2.
Look at that little, fresh face! She wasn’t even an hour old here. And now she’s two! Two years of getting to know each other. Getting to know that weird chin dimple, getting to know the thoughts behind those giant brown eyes. Getting to know what she likes to reach for with those beautiful fingers. What music she likes to listen to with those ears that are like carbon copies of mine. Getting to know each curl on her perfect head. Getting to know the ache loving her makes me feel.
Two years of getting to know myself as a parent. Getting to know how angry nursing her for 1.5 hours can make me. Getting to know how happy/angry her grabbing for me can feel. Getting to know my issues even better, so that I can do my best not to pass them on to her. Getting to know that the crazy-love feeling isn’t going to get ‘normal’.
Two years of getting to know Patrick as a father. Learning that he is the one who is better at ‘teaching’. Learning that he never underestimates Matilda. Getting to know his immeasurable love for her. Watching him delight in her every word, facial expression, dance move.
Matilda started Kindergarden this week. Or is it day care? I don’t even know what it’s called in English. Krippe. For the under-3s.
Everything about getting into this Kindergarden has been miraculous. Apparently Leipzig needs a huge amount of teachers for Kindergarden which has led to long waiting lists and low chances of getting in fast. We managed, really through a serious of miraculous coincidences to get a space for Matilda at a brand new, really close, Christian-run Kindergarden.
As soon as we knew that Matilda had got a place, we started to prepare her. Every time we walked past the building we would tell her that it was her Kindergarden and would explain about all the fun. We bought her a backpack and hung it up in the hallway. She wasn’t allowed to play with it but we told her that it was for Kindergarden and she would be allowed to use it then. That really helped her get excited (when she finally got to use it she cheered, jumped up and down and just basically freaked out). She got to pick her own slippers which arrived just in time and helped get her ready. She got to paint and decorate her binder for the class and I brought her with me to buy the supplies we needed. With her character , this was the kind of prep that she really needed and helped her feel more prepared internally.
Well, here goes. Another blog. I have been toying with the idea of blogging again for quite a while now. It’s not my first time dipping into the much-tread waters of blogging and I have never had the staying power needed to really stick with it. Will now be any different? I don’t know. After 2 previous failed attempts I make no promises, but that’s fine by me.
So why blog again? Good question.