Me and My MOther Rescuing Animals Together

Veckans krönika är skriven av Olivia, min dotter. Hur det är att rädda djur tillsammans med mig. Det var verkligen intressant (och nervöst) att fa ta del i hennes tankar och känslor. Hoppas ni gillar Olivias (10 ar gammal) första krönika. heart emoticon

Olivia 10 years old wrote her first column for Magazine Tidningen Nära how it is to help her mom rescuing animals. An honest and warm story about her firecracker mom. Hope you enjoy it 

Read the Story HERE

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THATS JUST HOW IT IS.....

LIFE IS A ROLLER-COAST

I am deeply sorry for this long delay in my writing on this blog.

Life is sometimes coming in between my thoughts, my actions and my day. I am incredible busy and most of the time content, trying to organize my life and my office desk.

My life seems to change the whole time and my routines are falling into peaces. Constantly laying puzzle with my time and wishes.  I want more time, more days...there is so much to do. I love life but not complicated people. I am trying together with great volunteers to save lives, and people complicate it. I am trying to get inner peace, and people seem to love to complicate it.

I adore being a mom. What a gift, what a hard task but oh dear so rewarding. More wrinkles and gray hair, but thank you Body Shop for your products, it makes mamma look just fine!

I love this painting! It shows that we can see the same thing but interpret it different. Life is not black or white.

I promise to update better. I am also on Instagram. You can follow me there; animalswl

That's Amore!

#Germany #Mother #Art #Instagram #Bodyshop

BEING A MOM

Being a mom is the most wonderful thing on Earth-- and sometime nerve-wracking.

I love the early  mornings on the weekends. When the kids and dogs sleep longer, no school, and I wake up 0530 in the morning. I make my big glass of coffee. Some dogs goes out  for a quick "out in the garden pee and quick in the bed again"

I turn my computer on. Start reading a little, answering some messages, updating AWL page, and then write a little more on my next manuscript. Dreaming a little about the future!

Its pitch black outside. Dogs snoring. Soon the house will wake up.

Olivia is 8 years old and already starting to think about beauty, being popular in school. Her hormones are really going up and down. I am amazed and a little shocked. Already!

Here I am trying to talk to her about the uniqueness in every one person, friendship, inside beauty. Some time ago I read in a magazine that girls puberty are starting earlier then when I was young.

Between 8-11 years old girls!

Bah! What happen to childhood?

I think I need another coffee....the sunlight is coming up. Time to run back to bed!

That's Amore!

Blaming All

I got an e mail from a woman--I salute you for leaving your name-- in Sweden. Attached was a link to a Swedish newspaper about "a soldier throwing a puppy off the cliff" --I had written about that a couple of hours before her email reached my inbox--

She asked me if I had seen the item, and "how it was allowed to be happening?"

I realized that she had sent it to me because I am married to a man in the US Army. In effect, I had to justify the actions of many military members for the actions of that one (Marine). I then thought about the article I wrote about the abused 6 week old child that was burned, drugged and beaten. As a mother, do I have to defend myself as a mother because there are harmful mothers?

Or a rider that is beating up her horse, do then all riders have to be bad persons?

Pedophilia... are then all males to stand accused of abusing children?

I remember in 2004 when a Swedish TV program was made about people who claimed they could communicate with animals, but then failed to stand up to the test. After that broadcast, I had to defend my abilities what they had failed to achieve, because we were in the same business, even if I hadn't even been asked to join the program. (Later on the camera man called me and said they didn't want me on this particular program because they wanted it to be negative, and I was too skilled... I would have been a counter-balance to their desired negativity.)

It just makes me sad and mad that people cannot understand that evil and stupidity doesn't have any occupation, nationality or uniform. It has human skin, specific addresses, and individual names .

Fight evil, inhumanity, fraud and lies where and when they appear. Combat individual instances of evil individually. It helps no one, and ultimately hurts the cause, to paint everyone with the same broad brush.

This is not Amore!

Being a Mother

is the hardest and most wonderful job I ever had (have)
The question "am I doing ok as a mother" will always follow me, and sometimes the thought of "think if Olivia wont like how I am as a mother" when she is older, scares me a little.
So why does this thought pop up in my head?
I read a very interesting article in one mother hood magazine that gave me a good "answer".
I never thought much of how my mother was during my childhood, up till now. I would never get married or have children. I lived for my work with animals, travelling to so many different countries. I guess that fare back in my mind I didn't want a family was because I never liked my own. As a child I was badly abused and there were never any affections. I never heard my parents say that they loved each other, nor did they say anything to me.

But since Olivia came into my (our) life, I cannot think about anything else in my life that would be so affectionate. She is the most important thing to me (us) and several times a day I tell her how much I love her--and I try to show her it too. It is not a hard thing because my feelings are huge for her. She is wonderful towards her dad an me....so warm and beautiful.

This article claimed that it is when you yourself becomes a mother that you start to think about how your own mother was towards you as a child (and adult). Now I understand why I and my mother are having a huge conflict today, things I never thought about before.
I do not argue with her, I do not blame her, but she can feel my heart speaking to her.
When on the phone with her, I tell her all the marvelous things Olivia is progressing with and how great she is a person--I want her to know her grandchild--. My mother tells me; "You are a great mother!"
Well I don't do much, it is Olivia who makes herself wonderful.
Mother says; "I myself wasn't a good mother!"
I cannot answer that, and guilt is being washed over me. I try to say;
"It is not to late to be a good mother"

Amore!