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Three years ago, I was having breakfast with S. I had spend an interesting night, contractions had ripped me from my sleep, but a shower later I was peacefully snoring again, the contractions continued. When I arrived in the Maternity Ward at 11:30am I was already at 4 or 5 cm. Things went quickly, S arrived at the hospital 2 hours after I did, and at 15:34 our daughter joined us.

Happy 3rd Birthday

Today, she is 3 years old! It has been quite an adventure.

Currently little one is still fast asleep, it’s one of those rare nights she spend from the beginning to well now in her bed. Up until the end of last year she was still sleeping in the parental bed, but my growing belly and her size made her take the decision that it was time to try the little bed. It was our plan to convince her to sleep there, but finally she decided on her own. Just like so many other things.

In June, she figured it was time to no longer wear her diapers and start using the potty, I am only responsible to the extent that I bought her a potty. Two years ago, on her first birthday she learnt to walk, when she was 7 and a half months old it was crawling. The hardest part to get her to get used to was no longer nursing on my breast. Looking back, that was the only developmental step that happened by me forcing it upon her, there was no choice, really.

I enjoy reading with her, many of the stories we read are so important to her that she can recite the ending of the sentences, and sometimes she knows the whole book. Will she be a young reader? I don’t know, but I do know that she is a lover of books.

Sometimes she is shy, but that’s when she is tired. But once she starts to like someone, well then she has a loose tongue and will fill your ears with questions and stories in German or French.

How cute she has been after the last ultrasound in January, she asked the doctor for a picture of her future sibling, so that it could be hung on the wall and kissed before leaving the house. It will be such a change for her, for us, once our family will be growing in March.

Now, I have learnt so much thanks to this little girl.

I really don’t know what to say, besides:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!


© Solveig Werner 2017. All rights reserved.
Image Copyright Moritz Werner (my dad) February 2014

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T is for Teaching #AtoZChallenge

T is for Teaching

My favourite T word was already used last year. Seen that I am not in time with this post, I am a bit late, I did realise that many people did write about time too. You might enjoy this post in relation to time

I have no idea when I first started to be drawn to teaching. Every time that I had a good teacher I enjoyed their lessons and absorbed everything like a sponge. They showed me that teaching is not only a job, that it is a “calling”, that it can be done with passion, and that you can always learn something new in the process. They taught me not only what they were meant to teach, no they taught me more, often times to go further.  Continue reading “T is for Teaching #AtoZChallenge”

L is for Learn #AtoZChallenge

L is for Learn

Everyday we learn something new. A new skill, a new word, a new recipe. Everyday we discover something new.

Life long learning exists, it is the natural way of living. We might be learning less or at a slower pace than kids when we are adults, but we still learn.

Kids, you can watch them learn. Learn to independently move. Learn to communicate. Learn to climb the stairs. Learn to do shoelaces. Learn to count. Learn to write their name. Learn to eat with cutlery. Learn to express themselves. Learn to read and write.  Continue reading “L is for Learn #AtoZChallenge”

Compassion, I never asked for it – #1000Speak

Sometimes life takes paths that we do not want it to take. Sometimes things happen that we know will happen, but that we do not want to happen. There is a thing called death, dying, loosing a loved one, that we are never completely ready for, even if everything points into that direction.

Last month, just 3 days, after I posted my #1000Speak post, my mother passed away. In that very post I wrote about how I learnt about compassion during the last year, I did not mention how important my mother has been in teaching me about compassion. She could always lend an ear to a friend who needed listening to, or helped when it was possible to do so. I recall her being completely shattered by the situation in Libya a few years back, for her following the news was never a good thing.

Never in my life have I felt so much compassion from others than in this past month. Once we started to announce to family, friends and acquaintances that she had left us, the words of condolences, compassion and love started flooding our lives. Of course these words will not be able to fill in the emptiness that my mother’s passing has left behind, but maybe these acts of compassion will help with the healing and keeping a vivid memory of her.

Every email,
every hug,
every smile,
every tear,
every “I am so sorry”
every “stay strong”
every “courage”
every “your mother was a great woman”
every card,
every word written,
every word spoken,
every phone call,
every “oh s***!”,

was a sign of heartfelt compassion!

Condolences I have not read every card, or email, or sentence written in the condolence book. I have not replied to any messages friends send me or comments that I received on this post regarding my mother’s passing away. I am taking my time, because with every day I realise a bit more what has happened, and every day I can heel a bit more. All this compassion definitely helps.

Maybe you can imagine how touched I was by the tears of the caretaker of one of the neighbouring houses, when she asked me how my mother was doing and I told her that she had died. Her expressed compassion led me to comfort her myself. Or when I bought my eggs at the boucher’s the day he had received the card, his heart seemed broken. He told me that all day he had thought about the news and how even he never really knew my mother, her passing away marked him more than usually. Maybe it was her continuous smile, and her deep-seated kindness, she did not care what someone did for a living or how they dressed, all that counted was that you were another human being worth at least a smile, a nod and a “hello”. Only this week I crossed the path of young boy living in my parent’s building, he stopped me to say his condolences and was on the brink of tears, and that when he barely knew her.

I was touched by the emails I received. A friend from school found out though my blog post Breaking the Silence, his email is so kind and encouraging, bubbling with strengthening compassion. A fellow blogger wrote me an email once she read my post, another act of compassion. And all of your comments on that very post have been so moving, so full of love and compassion. Thank you!

I never asked for any of the compassion I have received this past month. I had no idea that there would be so much compassion in such a situation. But I am grateful for all of this compassion.

Again, thank you!

For everyone out there who is compassionate, thank you! You are making someone’s life a bit easier today. You are the ray of light on a cloudy day.


This post is part of the #1000Speak linkup, this month’s theme is compassion and happiness, but I have focused only on compassion. Please make sure to check out the other posts of the linkup, and maybe join this month with your own post?


© Solveig Werner 2016. All rights reserved.

Learning from a Saint

In the early hours of Saturday the 17th of March 2001, my family and I drove to Staten Island in New York to then take the Staten Island Ferry to Manhattan. This is a great way of accessing New York City, especially if you do not want to take your car into the city. Greeted by a beautiful skyline (in this post you can find some beautiful pictures that I took of it in September 2001 a few days before 9/11), we were promised a beautiful day in the city.

Our habit was to walk up from where the ferries land, all the way to Central Park, which was quite a hike, especially for us kids, my sister was 7 and I was 12. Normally we’d go shopping, climb some sky scraper or even go ice skating (at the Rockefeller Center or in Central Park if the season permitted to do so of course), have breakfast, lunch or even dinner depending if the time of the day and length of our stay. Continue reading “Learning from a Saint”

Learning About Compassion – #1000Speak

Today, is the 20th of February 2016. Today, I am 27 and a half years old. Today, my blog is 345 days old. Today, my daughter is 2 years, one week and 6 days old. Today, the 1000 voices speak for compassion mouvement, #1000Speak is one year old! Now, that is a real reason to celebrate, because half years are no longer celebrated once you no longer a a toddler.

Over the past year, I only participated twice in the #1000Speak for Compassion mouvement. I wrote about the topics of gratitude and forgiveness. Even though I only joined in twice, I read many many posts that other bloggers wrote on the topics of compassion, listening, love, forgiveness, gratitude … One of the first times that I came across the mouvement, was during the A to Z Challenge, the blog in question has been retired, so can not even check what this very first #1000Speak post that I read was about.

Over the past year, I go to know people better through their very private and personal posts. In November 2015, Rowena wrote about her medical condition in this very touching post entitled Wisdom of Gratitude?, now 3 months later I still regularly think back to her strength in such a moment of weakness.  I felt lost for words, but made an effort to send some hugs Rowena’s way: Continue reading “Learning About Compassion – #1000Speak”

Digging in the past

It is important to live in the present. But what can we learn from the past?
A lot! And for anyone being creative in any way, well history can have a lot of inspirations!

I am someone who definitely enjoys digging in the past, not my own, of course! But I like learning things about the past, maybe coming from a family with quite a few history professors helps. Lately I have been able to see quite a bit of family, and they always have something to tell from the past. I am always all ears, but don’t actually write down as much as I should. Now Eclectic Alli has teamed up with Nerd in the Brain for the Go Play, Go Learn Challenge and this time the mission is to look at the past. So for me this is a sort of prompt to tell some stories of the past, once again not really my own. But if you are curious what I looked like 20 years ago, then check out my first day of school.

Recently I learnt a few things about my great grandparents, who are sadly not around anymore to share their stories with me in their own words, but they would, I think all be over a hundred by now… I recently found out that my great-grandmother was considered 3/4th Jewish at a time when that was not very reassuring in Germany. She was born just a little bit after the Titanic sunk, and I think for her generation she was quite a modern woman. She went to University at a time when many women did not do so, she actually made it to a Doctoral title (sorry don’t know what field).

Only a few days ago, my grandmother’s sister (the grandmother I wrote about on Ula’s blog a few weeks ago) spend her 73rd birthday with us, and she told us some things about her mother, my great grandmother. Who had not been to university, but who had gone all the way to the Abitur (German high school diploma), which was still quite rare at the time. I don’t know much about my grandmother’s mother, but when it comes to her father’s family, then I guess I could sit down and write books (a few have actually been written). That is mainly because my grandmother’s cousins organise a family reunion every 2 years, and each time bits and pieces of the family history a shared (a lot of material for someone like myself who is constantly all eyes and ears for stories).

I feel like I should kick myself a lot lately, because now I realise that when my grandmother gave me family lessons, more than 10 years ago, there was so much valuable information about ancestors that I now have a hard time remembering. But, maybe if I have a look at the pile of old photographs, things might come back. Is it time for me to start keeping a diary?

Besides family history, I am completely hooked on Parisian history now. Each time I go somewhere I end up reading wikipedia for hours, learning new things. Recently I also visited some rather historic grounds, when I went to Omaha beach in Normandy. We walked on the beach, but also went to the memorial and to the American cemetery. In that area history is leaking out of every pore.


© Solveig Werner 2015. All rights reserved.