We’ve been down with a cold, laryngitis, tonsillitis, cough, fever, from the beginning of February until… now. LittleOne is still taking antibiotics, and I’m so tired. I had to take several days off, sick leave first when I was ill, then annual leave whet L and LittleOne were ill. I feel tired, behind with work and under pressure to catch up – not that anyone has pressurised me (yet) but I wasn’t able to go to the office, so I worked from home when I could and I was off when I couldn’t. And in the middle of it I had my first performance review, which was OK but this situation left a bitter after taste because instead of pushing to do my best I had to… Well. I did do my best. I managed to do some work, while also taking care of my family. The issue is that I’m supposed to take responsibilities at work. For L is even more difficult, because he’s already a manager, so he can’t put his work aside like I can (actually, I’m probably better organised and I’m able to complete my tasks within my working hours. But that’s near to impossible to prove, to compare.)
In the meantime… LittleOne has grown so much. He can talk better and better, mostly in English, but understands Italian equally well. So he speaks English, we reply in Italian and so on. He’s well behaved, even with the antibiotics didn’t give us any trouble. He slept in my bed while he was ill, but since the fever passed, we told him he could go back to his bed, and he did. Pallino was so different. Certainly more challenging for these practical things. My parents came to visit us for a week last month, and he still asks them to come back when we talk (heart breaking). He’s the sweetest boy ever, I spent a week cuddling him and that was great. He loves playing with his cars, just like Pallino loved his super heroes at that age, and with his little kitchen, where he cooks lovely cakes (mainly made of cars). He tells me when his nappy needs changing, but doesn’t want to use the potty yet. He likes to lick his food first to check the taste, and then eats it and demands seconds and thirds.
Pallino is almost 6, is learning to swim and loves it. He plays football and basketball at school, but is not enthusiastic about it. He loves maths and making elaborate drawings of machines of his design. He wakes up in the morning thinking about new devices he wants to invent. Suction cups to climb on things and grabbers to pick up toys from afar, and alien spaceships etc. He practices yoga at school, they use it to teach the children meditation techniques, it’s great. So at home we do the Cosmic Kids Yoga classes together when he needs to calm down. Sometimes he still goes overboard and ends up in trouble at school. Like today, he hurt a friend’s hand accidentally, they were playing together with some pieces of wood. The teacher was not amused. I was not amused. I know things like that happen, but I also want him to be aware that he’s strong, and must become responsible for the way he uses his strength, especially when he’s playing with a girl. He’s only 5 and doesn’t understand the consequences of his actions fully. But I’m mum to two boys, and they will be men tomorrow and I want them to be aware of their physical strength and use it for good. No easy feat for me.