Dinosaurs, desks, supermarkets, economists, early morning songs, work late nights, to do lists, flights, planning, scheduling, news, research, patience, markets, trends, negotiations, lack of sleep, exhaustion, fighting stigma, happiness, joy, sweetness and babyness, lack of sleep, more lack of sleep, improvised dinners, nanny search, successful projects, family time, guilt for not being there enough, what is enough anyway, worry, midnight in depth conversations and planning, 5am alarms, planning holidays, declutter, feeling of being over connected yet not enough on top of everything, car trips, packing, unpacking, tracking down 'stuff' in the house, overwhelmed, exhaustion again, too much going on, days are too short, floor plans, kitchen plans, parquets, garden, friends weddings and beautiful memories, cuddles, meetings, vibes, good feelings, traffic jams with screaming kids, courage, boldness, carelessness, trust, architects, furniture stores, lack of control, playtime, love, gratefulness, peace of mind, successful experiences, good mood, laughter, jokes, more gratefulness.
That probably sums up our last month.
'Look at who I am working with today' husband's email lands in my inbox.
Our 3.5 year old's favourite dinosaur beams from my husband's office desk.
Rewind of a few hours. As dad and kids were getting out of the door this morning our older son insisted on bringing to school his dinosaur. We have about 19 dinosaurs in all sizes. Which one does a toddler choose? The one whose body fits barely into a laptop bag, but his neck and head stick out.
Off they go on the bus and walk across the park to reach the school.
Once in school the discovery. The beloved dinosaur that my son was carrying is missing. Instead of his dinosaur he is now carrying 5 sticks he has picked up along the way.
What's an amazing dad to do? Rush to the office anyway or go back to the park and look for the lost dinosaur?
It must have been fun to walk into your serious office with an elegant suit, polished shoes and a dinosaur sticking its head out of your laptop bag.
Raising kids while balancing full-on jobs with little family support is tough.
The needs of a growing family are multiple and very different and increased exponentially compared to those of the previous generation. Squeezing it all in one day requires magic powers, tons of patience, a thick skin and the art of adaptation.
This last one has been a hard one for me to learn. I had always made my own rules and succeeded in having most things my way, P.K. and P.S. (Pre Kids and Pre Switzerland that is) I was mostly in charge of my day and my schedule. And yet humans are incredibly adaptable creatures, here I am five years on, a more patient, more flexible, bolder yet happier and wiser version of myself.
My husband on the other hand, despite being an only child might have spoken against the gifts of patience and adaptability, has proved to be amazing at mastering these arts.
Perhaps because he has not gone through the total 82 weeks of pregnancy in just over 3 years, the births without strong drugs, the breastfeeding every other hour in those early weeks. Perhaps.
And yet. Fathers 3.0 go back to pick up dinosaurs even with a packed work day ahead!
Fathers go through a lot, especially if they want to be present and strike a good balance between work and life, however the stigmas of mothers in the workplace and the career bruises due to motherhood still are heavy weights on women's shoulders.
I look back at our days every day and wonder could all parents who daily go through the above, do this differently?
Would we be any happier? More relaxed? Or are we just, yet again, as a species, adapting to the new era? What would happen if we didn't and tried to hold onto slower rhythms that don't sync with our fast-paced world anymore?
Where shall we draw the line?