Blog: My very own thing

I re­mem­ber one late eve­ning when I sha­red my thoughts with my hus­band: ”No prin­ci­pal in their right mind should hire a mot­her of six lit­t­le kids. It would be best for our fa­mi­ly that I still stay at home for a while.” I gu­ess I was qui­te con­vin­cing, as my hus­band see­med to be­lie­ve me. By that time in my life I had wor­ked as class te­ac­her for three pe­ri­ods of dif­fe­rent lengths and had then sta­yed at home for four ye­ars.

Blog: Everyday angels

Have you ever met an­gels? I mean eve­ry­day an­gels. Dear friends who have wan­ted to dis­cuss the most im­por­tant mat­ters of life and have pre­ac­hed you for­gi­ve­ness even though you have not as­ked for it yet. These friends should not be ta­ken for gran­ted. They are gifts from the He­a­ven­ly Fat­her and a cau­se of gra­ti­tu­de and joy.

Blog: Dimensions of parenthood

Pa­rent­hood is a mul­ti­di­men­si­o­nal task. My own ex­pe­rien­ces of pa­rent­hood have va­ried wi­de­ly, de­pen­ding on fa­mi­ly size and my per­so­nal re­sour­ces. You be­co­me a pa­rent when you hear the first cry of yo­ur first baby and re­main a pa­rent un­til the end of yo­ur life.

Blog: Blessings

When our work or ot­her ef­forts are suc­ces­s­ful, we of­ten say that they were bles­sed. This ap­p­lies equ­al­ly to bu­si­ness pro­jects, stu­dies, mar­ri­a­ge or al­most anyt­hing.

Blog: Called to serve

A few weeks ago I was ha­ving a cup of cof­fee with my friends at Hel­sin­ki rau­ha­nyh­dis­tys. I was about to le­a­ve when a spe­a­ker brot­her tap­ped on my shoul­der and as­ked me to come along. He said it was not about anyt­hing ter­rib­le.

Blog: Student’s mind

I am wri­ting this du­ring the Stu­dents’ Men­tal He­alth week. We have all kinds of theme days and spe­ci­al weeks no­wa­da­ys. I usu­al­ly hard­ly no­ti­ce them, but I made a note of this week in my ca­len­dar. I al­so pos­ted some pic­tu­res and thoughts on this to­pic on my so­ci­al me­dia ac­counts.

Blog: Care and compassion

It is a bril­li­ant March day. I sit down to rest my feet and wait for the cof­fee to drip. I just came in af­ter a skiing trip. The sun spark­led on the snow, and my skis made a nice crunc­hing noi­se on the snow. Spar­rows twit­te­red in the shrub­be­ry, and wa­ter was drip­ping cheer­ful­ly from the ea­ves. While skiing wit­hout any ca­res, my me­mo­ries tra­ve­led back to some old events and ex­pe­rien­ces.