The box of memories


The scrub that my buddy Eve posted on her blog reminds me so much of http://www.blueskyscrubs.com/ items and… of the scrub I was given at the Iacon City Hospital.

As soon as I entered labor, the obstetrics at the hospital had me dress in a scrub and carried me to the birth room. It was a pink scrub because I was one of the youngest moms there.

So, I spent countless hours there, breathing and screaming, until my baby Sondra was born. Gried arrived just a few minutes before I delivered our baby (not his fault, he was at school!), but the right moment he entered the birth room he never left me. Never.

I caressed my soft cotton scrub and smiled. It was a gift from the hospital and I wouldn’t have given up on it. It was the first piece of clothing with which I had held my little Sondra… what a more precious piece of memory to keep?

Oh no, the scrub is staying –here, in my wardrobe, in a box of memories I started when I was 7. There’s room for memories inside there. :)







 Managing school AND Sondra. Ugh!


Dad is in Canada now. He’s participating in a seminar organized by a local Moving Industry. I miss him.

Taking care of Sondra has taken away a lot of study hours this week. My teachers don’t like the change (I used to be clever before) but being  a teen mom means some things need to switch priority, and I’m asking nobody for favors. I only want them to let me be and to appreciate the effort.

Anyway, my mom told me she can look after Sondra when I really need to study, and Gried too. Yep, Gried’s being a better dad than I thought he would. :) He’s so sweet! And I’m so proud of him.

Oh, back to dad’s seminar… Did you know that Canadian movers are among the better organized of the country? Really. Dad says he met a plenty of moving companies, but they were not as well structured as the Canadian. And that has nothing to do with his love for the country, he says. Hehe. ;P

Dad’s going to hire movers in Toronto for his new office, or so he says. He has an office there and he needs to move stuff. I wonder what dad thinks about international movers, hehe. I’m gonna ask. :P