I have this childhood friend M. with whom we played violin together and who is my greatest role model in the world of blogging. She has a brilliant blog, and it was her who encouraged me to start mine some 15 years ago. Every now and then M. does blogging marathons, writing every day for two weeks or a month. I'm always glad when she does that but I have never dared to do the same. What if I run out of things to say by, say, day four?
I have just written and recorded the morning devotional minutes for the Estonian National Radio. It means seven 5-minute reflections which are Christian in their content but still aimed at the regular listener (non-believer). They ask me to do this once a year and I always say yes and start with great enthusiasm. But usually by the fifth devotional, I am staring desperately at an empty Word document and scrolling through social media to gather ideas. It is a terrible thing to run out of things to say.
But as this blog seems to be dying quietly, I will try to pump some life into it. So, I will write something every day for the next week. Let's see how this experiment turns out.
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When I think about what has happened lately over here, the main - earth shattering haha - news is that Lucas has turned one. What a year it has been! I don't think I've ever learned so much about life and myself in such a short period of time before. Having a child widens horizons, pushes you to emotional and physical limits, brings out the best and worst in you, and makes you look at your partner - the other parent - with new eyes. I've learnt a lot about newborns and their development, but equally much about myself. Whom I turn into when I haven't gotten more than 4 hours of sleep. How I react when an emergency happens (hint - not well). How I desperately want to hold on to the baby bubble and not come out. How much I appreciate Samuel and his calmness in the midst of a storm. How I love our daily routines. How I still wake up in the middle of a night to check if everything is well with L. and if he has a blanket on.
Five days before his birthday, L. started walking. S. had been jokingly telling him that he needed to get on his own feet before turning one, and he listened! I thought he'd need more time and get better at balancing so I wasn't expecting it to happen so soon. But one day he took a couple of shaky steps - which I dismissed as a coincidence - then slept the whole night, woke up the next morning, and was up on his feet. Now, after perfecting his skill for three weeks, he is everywhere. Everywhere. He also thinks he needs a new, more difficult challenge and has set his mind on climbing. *sigh* His new favourite thing is the little two-step IKEA kitchen stool which I've had to take away from the kitchen so that he could climb onto our guest bed. A little safer option. But he still has a nice big bruise on his forehead from this morning's climbing session. *double sigh*
