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Mummy, have I got asthma?

Posted in being a mum, family, thoughts on life on October 1, 2010 by laurawolfe

“Mummy, have I got asthma?” (pronounced asma)

“Yes, you sometimes get asthma.”

“But mummy. Have I got asthma now?” (pronounced asma)

“No darling. Not now.”

“Good” (Huge relief.)

“Why darling? Why good?”

“Because if you have asthma, (pronounced asma) you can’t be a soldier.”

“Oh right. Who told you that?”

“Daddy. Daddy said when he was little he wanted to be a soldier, but because he had asthma (pronounced asma) he couldn’t go in the army.”

“So you want to be a soldier?”

“Yes mummy.”

(Right then.)

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Tomorrow’s the Big day

Posted in being a mum, big school, family, thoughts on life on September 15, 2010 by laurawolfe

Tomorrow Natan finally starts “Big School”.

I cried when I picked him up from his last ever day at nursery today. The reality of the situation finally hit me.  He, on the other hand, took it all in his stride and bounced off as if it was any normal pick up.

I have no idea what sort of fool of myself I will make tomorrow, but I imagine it’s going to be quite a scene. I will try and save it for when I get back in the car at least.  

Tonight I have ironed on name labels to every piece of clothing he owns (almost).  Am I over the top putting his name in his pants and socks?  Oh well, too late. It’s done. 

Tomorrow I will drop him off, kiss him goodbye, and watch him walk off to the first day of the rest of his life. Time will flash in front of me and I will imagine him starting at secondary school, at university, getting married, etc, etc.

I will try to savour the moment.  After all, it’s a big day.

Tomorrow my small boy will become a big boy.

Things I have learnt this week and it’s only Wednesday…

Posted in being a mum, business, family, Handy hints, Journey9 UK, manchester, technology, thoughts on life, work on September 15, 2010 by laurawolfe
  1. If you drop your Blackberry in the toilet at 2am, do not shout, “S**t”, run to the bedroom, turn on the hairdryer and panic.  Instead…. calmly remove said item from the toilet bowl, dry phone off, take off battery, remove sim card and media card.  Proceed directly to the kitchen. Find some rice. Place phone in plastic sandwich bag, pour in rice (uncooked), zip bag up.  Put bag in airing cupboard and leave for approx 30 hours.  Remove bag and clean off rice, some of which will now have embeded itself in phone. Replace sim card, media card and battery and hey presto – good as new. Result (for me at least)
  2. I can manage 30 hours without my mobile phone (difficult and I bit all the skin around my nails, but I did not actually die so everyone’s a winner)
  3. Sometimes being a working mummy is hard, especially when you have big projects on at work and your little boy is growing up and starting school in the same week. Tomorrow he will start full time. I will drop him off and immediately jump on the train to London for an overnight, missing his first school pick up
  4. Sometimes running your own business is especially hard
  5. Sometimes I need a wife
  6. Sometimes life is just hard
  7. Oh and lastly, the weather in Manchester is beyond rubbish.

All that said, every day is a learning experience – good and bad – and as I said I’m still alive….which is good.

Have a great rest of week all.

Starting school

Posted in being a mum, family, thoughts on life on September 5, 2010 by laurawolfe

Natan is starting school in a week.

I think he is more ready than me. 

I have taken care of all the practical stuff.  The after school cover is sorted.  The uniform is bought. The name labels are on the way. The daily bottle of milk is ordered and paid for. 

As for the emotional stuff, I don’t think I’ve quite come to terms with the fact that we are just to start a new and important chapter in his life. 

He is growing up.  He continues to amaze me.

The famous first day in his new uniform shot will be posted soon.  I am sure it will be tear-stained (with mine, not his.)

A mother’s letter. Dear Gilad…

Posted in being a mum, israel, politics, religion, thoughts on life on September 5, 2010 by laurawolfe

Gilad Shalit‘s mother writes to her son….

“This is my son. The first life that I created.  Part of my body my soul and my love.

I heard his voice for 20 years. From the moment he arrived in this world to our last telephone conversation:

“ Mom, I am returning home, can you hear me. “

I heard his voice as clearly as I heard his first cry as a baby.  I can still hear his cry at night when he was a child.  You never gave me peace to sleep at night.  I used to lie next to you pacifying you. 

When you were sick the first time, I was so worried about you.

I took you to your first day at school and you made me promise that I would return to bring you home.  This I promised you.  I have never broken my promises to you.  I have all your drawings on the fridge and the walls of the kitchen so that you would know that this is your home amongst your drawings and the memories of you.

You grew up to quickly in front of my old and tired eyes.  At your barmitvcah I suddenly saw how quickly you had grown.  I was the proudest mother in the world.

You grew up to be successful, charming and clever.  (This is my son, I thought then, this is my son)

When you started going out with your friends  part of me would go with you. I used to hug you and ask you to be careful.

“Don’t worry mom, I am a big boy”

I used to wake up at night looking at my watch and thinking, where are you, I am waiting for you to return home.  All I wanted was for you to come back safely. When I heard you falling into bed from exhaustion, I knew that you were home safely with me.  Then I would be able to go to sleep myself peacefully. 

When you got your driving license, I used to pray that you would travel safely and not swerve into the gutter and you would not knock another car. I hoped you would not drive if you did not have to. 

You never disappointed me and you were always responsible and happy.  I was always thrilled to see your smile even though I had had sleepless nights worrying you.

When you received your first call up papers to the army, my heart skipped a few beats.  You were only 17 years old.  You came back very proud and happy with big bright shiny eyes.  I wished that you would not have to go to combat and that you would not get called to a dangerous zone.    You just wanted to protect your country.  It is not the country that raised you, it is Me, I who raised you. 

The day that you shut the door behind you and you travelled to do your army service.  I counted the days till you would return home.  I decided then and there that I would go to shul and to thank G-d and ask him to return my son to me safely.  Instead of going out I would wash your uniforms and prepare food for when you would come home.

The day that I heard loud knocking on the front door, I knew something was terribly wrong.  I opened the door praying that I would not see what I saw.

Two uniformed  army personnel and an army medic.  One was your commander and he held my hand tightly.  I did not have to hear the words he was telling me.  The darkness cut the blood supply from my veins in my arm and I understood that something was terribly wrong.

In the news they show your photographs.  I go to shul and I pray.  I pray all the time, even when I am sleeping, I am praying.  This is my son, my son who was snatched into Gaza.  My son who might never return.”

I’m back

Posted in blog stuff, business, holidays, Journey9 UK, thoughts on life, twitter, work on September 5, 2010 by laurawolfe

It’s been two months since my last post.  There are various reasons for this. 

Mainly I’ve just not felt like writing. I guess that happens sometimes.  I’ve sat down to write but haven’t found the words.

Life’s kind of got in the way too and I suppose I’ve just not made time in my day to write things down. 

I’ve found myself spending more time on Twitter than blogging. 

Setting up the business has been all-consuming and life’s been pretty hectic.

There have been holidays too – South of France for a few days, the US (with some work thrown in) and most recently a road trip to Paris, but more of that in my next post.

I’m still a working mum. I’m still juggling. I’m still broody. I’m still a City fan.

So, anyway.  I’m back.

Did I win mummy?

Posted in being a mum, family, sport, thoughts on life on July 4, 2010 by laurawolfe

Natan swam in his swimming Gala today.  He won two silver medals and I was of course very proud.  He swam 25 m today in front of about 100 people and it was amazing.

Whilst he absolutely loves the competion, we are teaching him that we are so proud of him for trying his best whether he wins or not.  However, when he got out of the pool after each of his races he beamed at me and said, “Did I win mummy?”

Seeing the different parents at the Gala is really interesting. There are other parents in his age group who are so competitive, it’s almost laughable. Remember, he is four.  I just love the fact he enjoys his swimming so much. 

Tomorrow he has his first settle in afternoon at “Big” school. I can’t believe he is starting in September. 

My boy is growing up.