Lotz of thoughts

 It was only a couple of years ago, and after a lot of questions, we decided it was time for Dimitri to know. I took him for coffee, and we discussed the magic of Christmas, the blessing of celebrating the birth of Jesus, and eventually, the meaning of Santa Claus – and the fact that he is more of an idea and expression of love than a real person that travels the world and gives presents. For him, it was a factual recognition. Of course, that makes sense; otherwise, why do we collect gifts and money for kids who don’t have? If Santa were real, he would take care of that. Extremely mature reaction, if I may say so myself. He took it with pride, and being the eldest, he promised to let his brother enjoy the fairy tale. I think it was worse for me. It was a realisation that my firstborn baby boy was growing up and that we would enter a new era in our family. Fast forward, Philippos started asking questions and again, the decision to have the talk with him before going through a festive se

If you have gone through it , you know what I mean. This year many of my reflections and decisions were filtered through this lens…the 40- lens…. Reaching the age of 40, I experienced a range of emotions. There has been some reflection, reflecting on the ups and downs of life and understanding how much everything has changed. It did evoke feelings of nostalgia as well as a serious pause to examine where I have been and where I am going. At the same time, turning 40 feels like a time when I can have more confidence and self-assurance. There is a sense of being more at ease with oneself and that it is good to be myself, regardless of cultural and societal expectations. It is a time for introspection and perhaps a gentle acceptance of the knowledge that comes with age, all while looking forward to what will come. As I turned 40, I have better understood what genuinely counts in relationships. Genuine friendships have taken on new meaning. Quality has surpassed quantity in my life,