The stories of my life on a little island in the middle of the Mediterranean sea ... and my occasional adventures beyond these shores.

Wednesday, 19 May 2010


So … I have decided that it is time for a change here on my blog. I have had my background for well over a year now and I think that a new one is long overdue. I had grown used to my old one but I think that a lighter background will work better, especially since spring is here and summer will soon be with us. So I hope you all like the change. You will probably see new things in the coming days as I will try to tidy my blog up a bit and make it look nicer.
Speaking of changes, I will be starting a new job next Monday and I am both scared and excited at the same time. Like the change in my blog background, this change in career is long overdue. I am not going to a new company, just to a new division. I have been having trouble with my current manager for the past two and a half years (actually right since he joined the company) and many times I just wanted to leave. But somehow, something made me stay. I kept believing that something would come up (talk about perseverance). So, here I am, two and a half years later, moving on to a new position.
Birgu 102 And yet, in the midst of this change in my life, it is always comforting to know that some things will remain constant.

Monday, 17 May 2010

Ruby Tuesday: Romantic Restaurant

Tuscany 253
An enchanting restaurant in the beautiful Italian city of Lucca. I fell in love with the fiery red colour of the walls and the old wooden beams, both of which were further enhanced by the golden glow of the lamp. The food was pretty delectable too. A perfect place to wind down - a quiet little corner to whisper sweet words of love …
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Sunday, 9 May 2010

For All Mothers on Mother’s Day

I did not write the passage below. It was sent to me in an email and I thought I would share it with you all, just in case you have not come across it yet. It is dedicated to all mothers and mothers-to-be because it is full of truths about the way being a mother changes us. I do not know who wrote it, or I would credit the author, but whoever it was certainly knew what she was talking about.
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family."
"We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?
"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.
"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.
I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation.
I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.
However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself.
That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.
I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.
My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.
There is nothing I can add to the above except that it is totally true.
Happy Mother’s Day to you all.


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