In my Daughter’s Room…
Evening quiet, closing the day – this was our family daily ritual. The gentle blending of two worlds – the hustle and bustle of the day, and the dormancy of the night, light and dusk, tasting life and dreaming, dreaming…
Monika Węgrzyn
Parent, and ballet lessons
At the end of the last millennium, a boy was born who could not stop dancing. Everything around him inspired him. In every place he saw an opportunity to transform the ordinary, everyday into the exceptional, delightful. Every activity, every…
When You Can Say “Yes”
This is one of the few golden rules of my parenting. A rule that monitors the daily, most ordinary (seemingly – completely unimportant) choices. – “Mom, can I make a house of pillows and a blanket on the living room?”–…
The Magic of Evenings
There is something special about those evening minutes floating slowly – thoughtful, lazy… A special time of reflection and deep immersion in life. The search for meaning, the purpose of existence, most often takes place just at the twilight of…
Get to Know Life with Every Breath…
Art mom sometimes steps out of her comfort zone and drinks tea on a rock, by a forest path, with her favorite artist daughter, …and people walk by and look…. … The idea was great! In the spring of our…
When the Power Went Out
Family life, daily routine, endless responsibilities, lack of time, busy…. When I was a teenager there were no computers (or at least they were not widely available), no cell phones, notebooks, the Internet!!! Despite this, each of us was always…
Children – our Whole World
When they come into the world, they can capture our whole heart – completely unaware of it. And nothing is the same anymore. And it will never be. The union of two souls that lasts. Blessed parental instinct! Inexplicable, appearing…
Letter to my Dancer
Today outside the window the colorful leaves were swirling in the wind… and I thought of you…. Thank you for your perseverance. For many years, weeks, moments, you follow your path unchanged. And I know it is not easy… I…
“Where’s Adam?!”
Being an art mom is often an extremely busy time. Very much so. Running constantly – to not be late, to make it, to arrive on time. When we enrolled our oldest son in ballet school, a daily race against…
World Put Together from Pieces
As she became more independent, she no longer had to listen to the incessant: “Don’t pick it up, because it’s dirty!” Walking her ways, she filled her pockets with priceless finds. When I was doing laundry, in the nooks and…
