One thing my parents did right…

My relationship with my parents is more complicated than I ever thought it would be when I was a kid. But we are working on it. The problem is, they are more on the conservative side when it comes to politics – and everything actually – while I clearly am not. They are very religious, when I can’t see myself going to church anymore, because of all the sexist and racist things I heard the last time I went there. Not to mention the fact that they are against gay marriage. And the fact that my mother once told me she believes feminism is not necessary anymore, as equality has been achieved. My own mother. It really breaks my heart.

However, I just stumbled across this text post on tumblr, and it made me realise that at least, they did this right when they raised me.

parenting

When I was a kid attending Halloween parties, my grandmother would make my costumes herself. And I clearly remember vividly two of the costumes I wore when I was very little: a clown costume, and a pumpkin costume. While all my friends would wear variations of princess or witch costumes, I was dressed up as a pumpkin. So here we go. My parents weren’t giving me cliché gendered costumes. And I think that’s beautiful.

I also remember vividly that while I was playing with my dolls and barbies, my little brother would get jealous, so my parents bought some for him as well.

One more memory is that of a Christmas morning, where he got an electric train, and we are both crouching on the floor playing with it. This picture is framed on the wall, in my grandmother’s house, and I really love it. In a way, it gives me hope, and I wanted to share this here.

This is important. Let your kids play with what they want. Don’t force gender roles on them. It can even create some funny, cute memories. I honestly believe that if I had been dressed as a princess for all Halloween and birthdays as a kid, I wouldn’t remember it. But I was dressed up as the most cute pumpkin ever, and I love this memory.

I just stumbled accross this post on tumblr and it brought back all these memories. I am so proud of my parents, and my childhood. Being a pumpkin (or a clown or a dinosaur or whatever) is super cool. Don’t be a cliché!

I hope you enjoyed this little story, and I hope you have a wonderful day! Feel free to share some thoughts it the comments!

Advertisements

NaNoWriMo Day 1!!!

Hi guys! I tried doing NaNoWriMo last year and I failed miserably, so I wasn’t planning on doing it this year, but then, everyone was talking about it on twitter, instagram and tumblr, AND some people at my dorm were saying that it was really awesome, so eventually, I decided that I would try again. I will try not to put too much pressure on myself, but at the same time, I really hope that it will really work out. I have picked up an idea that I had when I was in high school, improved it, and I think I can do something really great about it… I hope it works out! And I hope I won’t give up on this novel even if I don’t manage to finish it in November, because I really like my idea…

Unlike last year, where I tried a contemporary thing, this time it’s a fantasy, and it’s about angels, which is a subject that really fascinates me…

I have done some planning, but everything isn’t clear yet in my mind, so I hope I won’t have a crisis in the middle of my writing! Anyway, I’m so excited about this!

What about you? Have you ever tried NaNoWriMo? Will you participate this year?

You can add me as a buddy here!

Ideas for recommendations?

Hi guys! I need your help!

I’m running out of ideas for my Sunday Recommendations, and since I didn’t have time to make a proper article this week, I thought I would just make this quickly. Please comment with any suggestions you have! Here is the list of all the recommendation posts I have already made.

I’m going to make a video about poetry very soon, and I’m thinking about making a Sunday Recommendations post featuring feminist books. Aside from that, I’m talking about diverse books every Thursday, but for my Sunday posts, inspiration is running out!

Please leave a comment if you have some ideas!

Sunday Recommendations?

Hi guys! I hope you are all having a great weekend! It’s been a while since I have been posting a recommendation post every Sunday, and I actually really enjoy making those, but I am running out of ideas and themes for my posts, so I don’t really know what to post anymore.

Would you be interested in a post about TV shows?

Would you like me to talk about poetry?

How about a IF YOU LIKE… THEN YOU WILL LIKE… post?

Maybe a review of my favourite book?

Please comment with any idea/request that you have! I need ideas and inspiration!

A world of fanfictions

Hi guys! This is just a quick update because I started reading fanfictions again recently. I mostly read Bellarke stories because I’m a hardcore fan of The 100 and I’m totally biaised towards Bellarke, but I don’t know why I stopped at some point. However last week’s episode made me want to read them again, and I’m back on the track. I read them over on Archive Of Our Own, and I wanted to share my two favourite authors: LuxeLisbon and Lexilindale35.

And even more importantly (at least to me!) being back on Archive means I finally started updating my story again! Yes, I hadn’t posted a single chapter since August, I am ashamed…

Story blurb: Bellarke AU where Clarke is an art student, and has found a shitty job for Winter break, she works near the Christmas market and has to indicate the way to lost people, because the bus stop has changed, etc. It’s raining, and meanwhile, Bellamy works at the local Starbucks. He feels bad for her and brings her a drink during his break…

Here is the link if you want to know more!

I also wrote a Harry + Ron fanfiction which is completed if you want to read it was well ♥ (here)

Please let me know what you think of it if you end up reading it!

Story Time

Have I mentioned that I love writing? Because I do! I decided to create this new category called my “Writing Corner” and I don’t now how often I will post here, but I will definitely try to from time to time. I know I already ramble a lot in my Life update posts, but this is something different, and I hope it will turn out well.

This story is a bit different, because it is a real story, but I felt the need to put it down. It’s a love story. My grandpa just died on Monday after being sick and in bed for about 8 years. But this is the story of him and my grandpartents, because they’re relationship goals, and I think it’s worth sharing! My grandma is the person I admire the most in the world, and this will show a bit why.

My grandparents met many years ago, and they got married. They both grew up during WWII and have unique stories. My grandpa was in a boarding school in what was called the “Forbidden Zone” which basically means that he couldn’t get out of the zone. It was so cold in winter that they had to break ice to brush their teeth. My grandma was in Paris, but her mom died in childbirth. Her father remarried and had another daughter, but his second wife died and the child left with her grandmother. The father remarried a third time, but he was a war prisonner, so my grandma was left with her step mother during the war. So basically, this is the story of their childhood.

My grandpa grew up to be an intellectual. When I was a child, he was always reading a book or the newspaper. He also liked taking walks, and when he visited new places with my mom and his kids, he would always read them the “Green Guide Book” which bored them to death. But hey, that’s not the point of my story.

When my grandparents got married, my grandpa was still taking classes, but he couldn’t attend them all, so for a whole year, my grandma attended one of his classes instead of him, and took loads of notes for him. One of her fellow students even asked her for the notes because she was that devoted!

They wanted to have kids, but they couldn’t. So one day, their doctor told them another one of his patient wanted to have an abortion, and my grandparents said they would adopt the child if she kept it. And she did.

A few years later, they had a daughter – my mom – and then another daughter.

During my mom’s childhood they moved to Algeria for a few years, because of my grandpa’s work, and then they came back to France.

My mom always says that my grandpa always took care of everyone else before his family, and in a way it is true. He spend a lot of time devoted to help people in need, for free. And that is beautiful. My grandma also helped, when she wasn’t taking care of the kids.

And then the kids grew up. My grandpa would spend the weekend reading the newspaper or a book, as he always did. And later, my mum got married with my dad, and I was born, and then my two brothers.

We always spent July with my grandparents, in a rented house. I keep so many beautiful memories of there. And one year, we didn’t go anymore. That was eight years ago. My grandpa fell sick, and in a way, all of our lives changed. After a few months in the hospital, he got better, and he could go back home. For eight years, he was hopsitalized at home, because that’s what he wanted – and he always took the decisions. My grandparents would go in a resting house from time to time, because taking care of him got my grandma exhausted. He wanted to die in his house, and in the end he did not, but that’s not important. All that matters is that now he is at peace.

Now let me get to the cute part of the story, which is actually the reason why I’m telling you all this. My grandparents have been married for more than 50 years (I don’t remember exactly, but I believe they were close to 60…). And after all this time, after all my grandpa’s taking care of everyone but his family, after his being sick for 8 years, guess what my grandma told my mom a few days before he died? She had done basically everything for him, staying strong and all (really, she’s one of the strongest person I know, she’s amazing). Guess what she said? She told my mom he was perfect. After all this, after seeing his best and his worst, and they were both old and crippled, and clearly he was not perfect. But after all this time, she still genuinely loves him. And I find it so very beautiful that I wanted to share it. I truly hope we all get to find someone like that in our lives.

(And now, if you read all of this, I just wanted to thank you!)