Ah, About Me...

(part one)

I am sure you all want to know what really happened to me, what did I do all these years...Well, I have to disappoint you, because I didn't do much. On a personal level, that is. I grew old and (maybe) that made me wiser, or maybe not, maybe I am still that naive and gullible person I was. The main difference, is, as I say, that I am Ok with it. I think. Maybe.

Nevertheless, I have to tell you, there had been some tumultuous years...My main focal point was, of course, my daughter, what else? I remember I stopped blogging when she was six. It was like a premonition of things to come, because if we had a difficult time in kindergarten, well, school was a lot, a lot worse. Those first years were a nightmare, Maya had troubles adjusting to school, she was way too advanced in everything to be able to fit in. Fortunately, in third grade she had a great teacher that saw the potential in her and also she was accepted in a program for gifted kids. It was truly a Godsend. She continued with the program until sixth grade. After that she took exams and continued studying in a class for gifted pupils where she stayed until she finished high school. It wasn't easy, but is was rewarding and one the best things that came out of it is the friends that she acquired along the way, kids like her, special. She studied at Weismann Institute for Science in a program, for two years, then another program, Nir School for the Heart, she took swimming and fencing, she was a happy kid even though life was tough for her sometimes. And I was there for her. Every step of the way. I was there when kids bullied her, when she had difficulties coping with stupid teachers and stupid subjects and stupid rules. I was there while she grew up and I made sure that she didn't loose that beautiful smile of hers. I taught her about life and people and I always, always listened to her and we tried to make sense of this crazy world together. And yes, it was hard and frustrating and time consuming and I lost myself so many times, but , in a sense, she was my anchor, too. I would get lost and then I would return to her. My port. My home. My everything.