“My childhood is a nightmare”

Hello!! I hope you are all well and safe. Since I was a teenager I volunteered for children from poor families. But since the pandemic started, I choose to extend it to children from normal families and teenagers who need advice or just someone who listens to them.

And there is a little boy, very well behaved but who always seems sad and uncomfortable. And before the holidays, I asked him to write a letter about how he feels about being a 9 years old child. And what he wrote left me speechless. From phrases like:” I just want a normal childhood cause mine is a nightmare”, to “my parents don’t let me play because they think my education is more important” or ” when my friends are going on trips or spending fun time together, I have to go to my piano and dance courses, which I hate”. And one of the things that shocked me the most was:” I truly want a pet, but my parents won’t even let me touch an animal, because they think it is a hazard for my health and safety”. Really?

Can someone please explain to me when society changed so much? I am 28, but I still can’t keep up with these changes. Like since when tablets, phones, and all the personal development courses replaced the actual childhood? My little cousin is only four years old and he is only interested in his tablet. Ask him to play like a normal child, and he gets lost. He is in his virtual world. What about that old childhood with games, friendships, and stuff? Since when it is normal to be scared of a pet instead of loving it just because your parents claim it is a health and safety hazard?

Let the children discover, explore, live their childhood. I understand that times changed, but we were children too. I was allowed to stay and play as long as I kept in mind that education was a priority. I was raised with animals (all type of animals), just because my parents and grandparents thought that it was important to develop my skills in any situation. I have bruises, scars, and memories for a lifetime. And friends from my childhood too. But I don’t regret a second, as I would do it all over again. Listen more to your kids’ dreams and necessities. Their childhood is not coming back. And they will grow up with frustrations and regrets for the lost time.

Have a fantastic Tuesday 🙂

The story of an orange.

And nope, I am not crazy 🙂 Just wait for it. Today is a personal post, but it is a lesson that changed my personality.

I grew up in a family with strong values and traditions. But being the first baby in the family, everyone spoiled me. And it was good up to a point. I got used to receive what I wanted, and no matter what, everything was turning in my favor. And this made me an impossible child. A rude, selfish one. Until one day when my grandfather had enough and decided to give me a lesson. It was December 2001, and that year was awful. My grandfather died in January (my mom’s father) and I didn’t know how to cope with it. Everyone showed me so much love and care and satisfied all my needs that I lost control. I was 7 years old and that December was the first one without my father (who was abroad working) and my grandfather(who has been one of my favorite family members.

So, on Saint Nicholas day (on the night of 6th of December, we put our shoes and wait for sweets), I slept at my grandparents (father’s parents) place and waited for my presents. But guess what? I received only one ORANGE. And a letter. It said something like ” You must understand that love is not about how many or how expensive are things you receive. It is time for you to understand to be grateful for all the things you have and learn to share with others. You are loved and cared for. Happy holidays! “. I remember that I cried like a baby cause I was so disappointed. I got ready, went to the church with my grandparents, and there was a little girl. I remember like it was yesterday. A younger girl, poorly dressed, holding a dirty doll in her hand. And she asked for food. And as that day, everyone was giving food for the dead ones, my grandma had oranges and cookies and sweets with her too. So she asked me to give that girl a package. I swear that never in my life I saw someone being so happy for an orange. She ate it immediately with such happiness on her face.

I went home and looked at that orange that I received. And my grandpa told me:” As long as you have what to eat and someone who you can share with, you are blessed”. And since that year, every year I wait for my orange. I can receive anything, but an orange as a gift became a tradition.” Years later, I found out that my grandpa was the one who wrote the letter. And I loved him even more for that.

Be grateful for what you have. Someone may only dream about it. And if you have the chance to share it with anyone, do it. It may not change the world, but it makes you a better person and your soul a little happier :)Love you all!

Let's go back to our younger self.

Hello everyone! Tonight is all about our younger self. It is about the return to innocence. Let’s heal ourselves, starting from the roots.

This post is an imagination exercise. Because most of us are going through hard times due to the actual global situation, I want you to take 30 minutes just for yourself, somewhere alone with no distractions or people around. Just yourself. Close your eyes and imagine a meeting. You and younger self (I would say 8-10 years old version of yourself).Observe the behavior of the child and the environment he is in.

-What are you feeling? How do you react to seeing your child version? How is it to see that environment again?

Now, the second step is to approach the child and engage in a discussion. Remember that your time is limited. But enough to help you get a better idea of what needs to be healed inside you to be happy. The people that I previously did this exercise with, told me that the most important question they had for the child was:

“-What would make you sad if I stopped doing?”Be aware: the first reaction of the people when asking this question is to start crying. Don’t worry, it is part of the process. It happens to almost all of us.

However, the questions and the answers you may ask or get are endless. It depends on a variety of factors influencing our lives. But although this exercise can be a painful one, bringing back wounds that you thought were closed, it is also a helpful one for the soul. Because now you have plenty of time to work on yourself and change the things that you want to. It is never too late, you are not too old. Remember that only death is irreversible.

This is our time to evolve: mental, spiritual, however you want. But it requires a step-by-step technique. So why wouldn’t we start with our younger self?

Sending my best wishes to all you and keep being part of Yanny’s Journey!

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

 

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Today is about Christmas. The most beautiful time of the year. The time when families are gathering together, when you hear carols and make the Christmas tree, eat good food and have fun.

Since I was a kid, Christmas is my favorite holiday. I remember when I was a kid and preparing cookies and sweet bread(Romanian traditional sweet). My grandparents were waking me up at 5 to help them cook. I totally loved it as I was having lots of fun and laughs. It was everything so funny, lovely and peaceful. On Christmas Eve, I was going with my friends and go to our neighbors and sing carols. In return  we were receiving oranges, cookies and money. After, it was time to decorate the Christmas tree and wait for Santa. I tried so many times to stay awake and wait for him but failed every time. The Christmas day was the day when presents were opened and the family was coming to our place. Our house was full. The next 2 days, we were going to have lunch at our grandparents and see our family friends.Christmas was perfect 🙂

And it still is. Somehow. Unfortunately, nowadays people focus more on the material part of Christmas and not the spiritual one. We start to lose the traditions and believe that if we buy a nice present for the loved ones is enough. It is not. Christmas is about being with the loved ones, fun times, lots of laughs and peace. And gratitude for everything you have and for having people to share it with. For the last few years, the number of kids coming to sing carols decreased a lot. But instead, the shops are full.People running around to find the perfect present. I would give anything to be able to have a Christmas like I used to have when I was a child. But I can’t. Because some of the people left, some of them are in heaven. But the memories are still there.

We should feel Christmas. Today we should think about everyone in need and send our best thoughts. Be nice to people, love them. Be next to the loved ones and forget about the rest. Presents don’t buy feelings. If you are far from your family, call them . Send them a nice message. It means a lot. Christmas makes us better people. Gives us positive vibes.

It should be Christmas every day. Be happy.Be positive. Love. And if you feel lonely, don’t forget that there is always hope. Have faith. Things will only get better.

Merry Christmas everyone!!! 🙂

Is childhood a piece of heaven?

Hello again. As I said in my first post, today will be about childhood.Being one of the most important period of our life, childhood is the main point in helping us to develop as human beings.Is the stage when you discover games, friends and learn how to take care of yourself. But what happens when you discover that childhood is not great for everyone? When you realise that not having the toy or the gadget you wanted is nothing compared to a kid who has nothing to eat or play with? This post is about this: the good and the bad of childhood.

I was born in 92 , in a small city, without having any brothers or sisters. Being the first niece of the family, I was raised as a spoiled child.  My parents and grandparents were buying me everything I wanted (based on their possibilities) and made sure I was OK all the time. I had the privilege of being part of the last generation who had real childhood, with no gadgets like tablets, Iphones or anything like that. Nope. My childhood meant going out in the morning and coming home in the night. Lots of games, excursions, and laughs. Running in the rain,climbing the trees, hiding everywhere and looking for new things to learn. Pure happiness. I was having 2 teams: one younger than me( I was the leader) and one older (I was the youngest and everyone protected me). Both teams had some of the most fantastic people I’ve met in my entire life. They were funny, caring and we were there for each other all the time. We were going in house just to eat. Afterwards back to play, discover the world and make memories. The worst part was when our parents were calling us. As during the holidays I was staying mainly with my grandparents as there were my friends,my grandfather was always threatening me that if I don’t go in , he will call my parents ( that was the sign that he had enough and I really had to go back in ). There were neighbors hating us as we were way too loud and were running everywhere and disturbing them. I remember that once, because of the old ladies complained with our parents because she couldn’t stay on the bench outside and chat with her friends due to us, the guys from the old team stole it and hanged it out on a tree.

However, as the time was passing we were starting to understand things: that life is not only pink and not everyone has the chance to be raised in a loving family. Being a spoiled kid was also a negative thing because I was starting to think that I deserved everything and everyone was supposed to take care of my needs and fulfill my requests. Up to a point. Every summer holiday I was going at least one month ( there were 3 months of summer holidays) to see my aunt and her family. She is living in a small village and working in a kindergarten. It was 2004 when I had one of the biggest wake up calls of my life and the moment when I stopped to think only of myself and make other kids feel bad because they didn’t have what I was having. One morning, my aunt told me to go and help her with the kids. She was having  kids aged between 5-6. What could have gone wrong? Everything. I entered the class and there were 7 kids already. I started to play with them. They looked dirty.. 😦 I tried to be as nice and friendly as possible and started to teach them games. When the lunch break came, I realised that there were kids with no food. Their parents didn’t give them anything to eat. I was having a pack of cookies and sandwiches made by my aunt. That moment was the first time I understood life was not fair. They were kids. I was a kid. But they were suffering and I was happy.  No clean clothes, no hygiene and no food…. Welcome to the real world. I gave them my food and saw a smile on their face. The saddest thing was that one of them asked what was that black thing in the cookies? It was chocolate… When I came back home, to my friends, I learned to appreciate everything I had at its real value, been closer to the people who weren’t as lucky as I was and gave more to those who didn’t have.

Nowadays, I see many kids addicted to gadgets with no real childhood. I don’t see kids playing outside anymore, no more laughs or jokes, no more hide & seek players or games creators. The times changed, people changed, but the question stays. Where is the childhood? Why do we choose to put the childhood in an Ipad than making lifetime memories? Where are the parents cursing around that kids are staying too much outside and the kids creating friendships?

In the end, I can say that I have been blessed to have an amazing childhood with lots of memories. What about you? Was childhood a piece of heaven for you?

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