Not Everything Will Be Okay

More often than I would like, I am afraid. Afraid for my children’s health. Afraid of who they will grow up to be, because I don’t always handle my own emotions well. Afraid for their safety in Mozambique. Afraid of how living at two ends of the world — as if only partly belonging to […]

I Like Being a Mom

I don’t particularly like children. I’m not the kind of person who comes over to someone’s house and immediately picks up their baby. It’s not in my nature to sit down with a bunch of preschoolers I don’t know and read them books. Little boys who deliberately mimicked me and seemed to take pleasure in […]

Slowly

Everything is done in a hurry. Even I shower in a hurry. Perhaps that habit began because I didn’t want a sleeping baby—always one of them, for the past six years—to wake up and cry for too long while I was in the bathroom. That’s why I feel such relief now that I’ve consciously begun […]

Right at the Beginning

While in Mozambique babies are still sometimes born in the bush or at home (without a midwife), it has taken me four weeks—and the help of several kind people—to prepare a place, tiny clothes, and what we believe we’ll need for our third little boy. And now I feel at peace. The hospital bag is […]

Not I

How tiring it is, what the world talks about today. I, I, I, and always I. My needs. How I feel. What I’m missing. How to take care of myself. A narrative. It’s easy to succumb to it. It’s easy to justify it. And it’s easy to desire it. Because, of course, it’s about me. […]

How good it is here

At first I felt relieved that I could drink tap water. And that it wouldn’t give me diarrhea. Or worms. Not to mention typhoid or cholera. Relief that I didn’t have to look for an open store with mineral water to drink at 11 p.m. Right after we entered my apartment in Gdansk, I turned […]