Christmas

Yesterday had Christmas dinner at my brother’s wife’s parents’. My mother was there, as well as my little niece and my brother’s wife’s sister P. Is was nice to see the family and see how fast my niece is growing. She already eats, laughs and kinda crawls. She definitely moves about a lot. Dinner was vegetarian, which isn’t really my thing. Moreover, the baby feeding schedule meant a delay of 45 minutes, which wasn’t anticipated. Some of the food was close to being burnt; the pancakes weren’t edible anymore. Desert look fantastic; a plateau with all kinds of chocolate. It was the highlight of the meal. The evening itself wasn’t about the food; it was more about seeing each other again. P is someone who expresses her love for her children and talks about love a lot, also from the perspective of her professions as psychologist. A typical topic of conversation was the discussion about a particular type of massage parents can give their babies and children. It relaxes, calms the nerves and creates an intimate bond between parent and child. The discussion was started by a gift from P, but her sister said she wasn’t going to use it because the baby moves about to much for massages to work. These kinds of discussion are something to listen to but for me not relevant. Will they ever be? I kept quiet for most of the evening, but that’s all right.