Tuesday, 28 September 2010

My daily drive often takes me through the scenic route, a country road through what are probably ancient olive groves, raped by human progress. It really is a nice drive, shame about the actual narrow winding road.

Yesterday afternoon in the opposite lane I saw a silver Range Rover suddenly stop in the middle of the road. I was taking this scene in and wondering what moron would do that. The driver door swung open and a pair of shorts-wearing legs appeared. I immediately made the association "bimbo with great thighs and big car, typical". She had a cigarette in her mouth and her hair was up in a pony tail under her baseball cap. But then she surprised me, in fact she made me eat by stupid thoughts to my shame and repent.

She stepped in front of her car, bent over and pickep up a turtle that was silently, softly crossing the asphalt. She saved a life. As the queue was forming behind her, I realised that once again I fell victim to my preconceptions. I had done once again what I am trying desperately to teach my son not to do, generalise, judge and dismiss. I have been as bad as anyone who ever hated someone simply because they were black or Jewish or fat...

Wednesday, 8 September 2010


I am officially a monster parent... I have done the unthinkable and I deserve punishment; my boy, the apple of my eye is sleeping in an IKEA bed and mattress. A far cry from the cocomat ideal, definetely in price, I assume in quality too.

It is funny how parental dilemmas associate guilt with spending; it is also interesting to note that the guilt alleviates if the parent is somehow left broke but happy with his/her purchase. Because naturally their offspring deserves the best, regardless of pricing policies and anything else. Well my offspring still deserves the best, but I refused to dive into our savings for his bed. He loves his new bed, the mattress looks and feels comfortable and safe and at the end of it, I still have money to buy him sheets for it as well!

To this day there is nothing that can convince me that a single bed can cost 2,500 EUR. And I refuse to show my love ONLY in the things that I buy for him. So much to everyone's horror, he will again tonight sleep in his IKEA bed and from the looks of it will thoroughly enjoy it!

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