cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
It has been a long journey, nothing like expected. So many detours from a pre-planned route. Potholes, accidents, missed signs— Decades ago I started out, destination unknown, but expectant and hopeful: Somewhere things settled into a rhythm. Rhythms help us press into the mist; we live in familiar cycles.
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Sunning ourselves on the terrace in the pale Norwegian sun, I watched my daughter and son-in-law relax, knowing their daughter was asleep. On maternity leave and paternity leave simultaneously, they have been able to be much more attentive to her than their own parents were to them. They are both Third Culture Kids (TCKs), born…
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I know your story well a familiar blend of nurture and nature— but I don’t know you, not really. Not your name, your interests, your fears (well, I can guess at them). Just your birth order– firstborn, a millstone. You don’t come out well in your story sad to say—not at all. Resentful, ungracious, even…
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