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Like snowflakes ... acacia flowers. Everywhere ...

With over a hundred years old, tall trees to the sky.

afternoon. Very, very lazy ...

In one of our najulubieńszych places. Nearby.

I - in wicker, cavernous armchair. Barefoot. With a large latte. And with the book * ...

M. - in sight. Among his peers. Lots of sand, slide, swing and hammock ...

rubber hose and a pile of wood. Little branches. A wooden hut. Swallow St. John's around ... buckets, watering cans, some toys ...

As in the garden. A little self ;-)

Familiar ...

We like to spend time there ...

Kids like us ...

Or someone will like, or not!

Or they will play or not.

Tu M. Marcinkiewicz.

played :-)

Even so much!

Marcinek elder by seven months. And she speaks so clearly. And much ... Oh, how jealous Mamie Marcinek ;-)

loved immediately.

- Cool your hat. Very cool, you know? - That the first words we heard ;-)

Well buddies.

Sam joy to look at them :-).

mountain of sand.

hanky.

jumping. Jumps.

antics.

and cooperation the sand :-) babkach
Pits digging.

and rolling on a hill ... The voice of laughing!

I like M. peeks at some moment in my direction ... Smiling!

and runs at a time ... Just like that! The kiss of the broken daisy ... Lay your head on my lap ... And running back. For children. For fun.

grimy the happiness and carefree as you do not know what ;-)

The Children's Playroom ...

*) 42 pages I managed to read! Thing unheard of, because M. was not dozing at the time . He played alongside!

Home Made Pond Fountain

sixth

My. So Mom and Dad :-)
Kilkulatki.
Mines We have pretty good!

***

From the date on which he was born, M., unimaginable pain, until the bowels, I make movies or books in which he refers to harm a child ... in which children suffer ... I avoid .

I avoid photos that document the places and events where children are victims ... I'm walking away

eyes.

clench my eyes. And fists.

try not to think about the children sick. A terrible poverty. The homes where children are starving ...

Cowardice.
and powerlessness.

know.

But since I am a mother does not have the strength of this measure.

And I'm mad at myself, terribly wrong, because once, long ago, thinking about what the future would like to deal with, I believed that I would improve the world. I'll work for children. Those who were less fortunate ...

Nothing came of it. Although by the time I was close.

And I have a huge guilty conscience. I do not know what to do. With other priorities. With other ideas. Each other. For life.

I know that this is only my tchórzostwo.I mere laziness. Convenience.

But still I believe in myself. In that one yet ... I'll try

Children's Day today.

I would love that all children can be happy. To be able to be children. As long as possible!

And to be healthy.

That I wanted to. Most of the world.

Nothing in this world more precious than the smile of a child.

Nothing.

All the best to all children! And for those who did not stop them to be! Even against the metric ;-)