Birthdays

    Three roses, three daughters; gratitude 

Birthdays.

The violin teacher likes to tell me that a birthday of my children is a birthday of myself, as a mother, giving birth, gratitude for a new life.

Birthdays.

Makes me think what my English friend, from Cassis and Londoner himself, shared with me this summer.  He described to me the absolute unique feeling to be a father and a son at the same time and that he remembered and cherished the marvellous feeling. A feeling that he depicted as a floating sensation between two layers: parents and children. What an extra-ordinary explication I thought. He articulated the unique constellation within three generations. He continued then and told me how he was heartbroken when he lost, both of his parents, in his early forties.  Enjoy your floating, he told me, and I promised I would.

Birthdays.

Being a child and a parent .