Friends Reaching
Once again, I feel the love from Addis Ababa.
My Mahiber friends envelope me in a circle of friendship that extends all the way to China.
Trees in Unusual Places
At the dinner table:
Buchela: "Mama! Mama! Look, a tree!" he yells in his most excited, I just found out something new voice.
He is holding up a piece of broccoli.
Me: "Oh Buchi, that is bro..."
My voice trails off.
I study his face.
I change my mind about what to say.
Transitions: Breastfeeding - Ending an Era
As my pregnancy progressed, I decided I'd implement a don't offer, don't refuse breastfeeding policy at my house.
I wanted Buchela to take his time and wean himself when he was ready.
I crossed my fingers it would happen before our new little one arrived but I knew there were no guarantees.
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Conversations
The Buchela and I talk.
A lot.
Over his stuffed animals.
A Beautiful Weekend
Imagine being invited to come and have coffee on a Saturday morning with a couple of friends.
Imagine you accept gleefully because, not only do you like the people who invited you, but you have also been cooped up in the house all week as a result of being hugely pregnant and on "light bed rest".
On Saturday morning you wake up in a crappy mood. You hadn't slept well and your back is hurting.
You think about canceling and staying at home for the morning. You had plans to go shopping in the afternoon and a birthday party in the evening. You think it is probably wise to pace your self.
Then you talk yourself into going because you know getting out will cheer you up.
Your husband offers to walk you over.
That was me Saturday.
