Sinterklaas


Eigenlijk vond ik deze een leuke tijd,vanaf september begon ik al te knutselen.
Ook mijn lijstje koos ik zorgvuldig uit omdat mama me leerde dat sinterklaas niet alles bij mij kon brengen.
Dat ik moest delen met andere kinderen.
Ook al was ik enig kind,ik was zeker niet verwend.
Velen denken dit wel maar daardoor weet ik nu waarvoor ik iets doe, je moet er altijd iets voor over hebben.

Ik herinner mij het heerlijke snoep,de liedjes en ook als de Sint kwam,had ik buikkrampen, zo spannend vond ik heel het gebeuren🤣🤣🤣🤣


Voor mijn man ligt dit anders,hij is jarig op 4 december en bij hun thuis kwam dan ook sinterklaas,voor het jongere broertje heel leuk toen, voor mijn man niet,zijn verjaardag werd vergeten maar sinterklaas voor het kleine broertje ging voor.


Je ziet,iedereen ervaart het anders

#sinterklaas #pepernoten #speelgoed 
 
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The Pinch
We are cycling, Jan likes to be on the pedals, my tongue is almost on the handlebar, not an ideal position. In the park is a short distance from the path, a work of art: a flathheye wooden structure in the shape of a clothespin. Jan never has an eye for art, I think it's funny, it looks like the pin is holding a mountain of grass and wants to take a closer look at it. But culturally barbarian Jan has no message to this. The underlying distance grows. “Hey, Jan, don't ride so fast! Take a look around you, enjoy nature!' Jan holds in for a moment, looks skitfully to the left. “I don't ride so hard for nothing. You see that giant pincher? Who stands for treachery. The ground is waving, the earth is moving, I'm telling you, something is not fluff!' 'That's just an art object.' “No, it doesn't look like art in the farthest distance. It's a giant pincher, you hear?? The Pinch of a Giant! And you see what it's on?' My heart is pounding, I have aroused his interest, now nonchalance feigning. “On a grassy shedding. What cares that?.' “Don't you feel the earth trembling? It's not an ordinary grass huvel, sure not!' “And, Jan, what do you think it would be??' “A disguised giant. He lies. He sleeps. restless. He sleeps onrustig. It would also make me restless when I lie under the sods of grass.' 'And the pincher who's definitely standing on his nose, 'I hear how ridiculous this sounds, his fantasy has taken a walk with him. “Hahaha, Jan, I think you've contracted a Danian contagion.' “Don't laugh! It is so. The pincher is on his nose.' “And then why?' “To stop the snoring, duh.' “And where do you get that wisdom from?' “Do you hear someone snoring?' 'No.' 'Well then! Facts don't lie. I'm telling you, we have to cycle fast before the giant wakes up.' “And why would the giant wake up?' “Everyone wakes up over time. Only in fairy tales sleeps a few hundred years.' 'There's no pin in there.. But wait, I want to take a picture of it first! You don't see a giant pincher every day.' 'I'll app to the other side of the park. There are also a few silly individuals watching, who can shoot a picture, we are also on.' 'Tight plan!' Jan sends the app and we continue our way. #shortstory  
My Dolls,
#yoorsapril2021 I loved them when they were ready. I thanked my mom because as a child to keep me busy and not being uneasy in the leisure time she took me with her to her craft workshops.. Before they were a nuisance, today I value it and treasure it because it was a wonderful gift from the best mother in the world, mine. Every stitch was a constant learning because I wanted them perfect and with every mistake or failure they were teaching me how to shape them.. All three are equal and different, unique and wonderful. Together they are the best sample of women's beauty because it doesn't matter the skin color, hair type, body shape, scars (they have them in every stitch of their body by the thread that shapes them), what really matters is what they show, what they transmit. My mom didn't know years ago - I won't say how many but the 30s pass - I didn't know the concept of Sorority or Empowerment, but it was what she and her friends were doing and what she transmitted to me so that I now do it with my daughter.. I can't take her to workshops because the pandemic locked us up, so the workshop is home and now we make candy and dolls.. She is happy because she has “many dolls that Mom made and they are the most special ones”, I am because it will be three generations to whom she will unite the spirit of creating and believing that dreams are built with a constant trial and error.