Of the grandparents, the friends, the grandparents, the sister, the grandmother, the pastor, the teacher, the neighbor - in short of all - listened to the Wombi has always been that she was musically gifted. Early on, she found out that the artists, one of which you obviously have already, no physical exercise, or demands was expected. Her grandfather, a studied Pianist, warned you even, that sports does not constitute a real threat for the hands, which are indeed the tool of every musician. He illustrated the danger with a story that talked about how he lost during a vacation in Africa twenty-five years ago, almost a Finger. He went on big-game hunting, but swimming. It was the first and only Time I saw my father in a body of water outside of the bathtub. I didn't even know whether he could swim and was very excited. No sooner had he lost the ground under their feet, and for the first swimming movement set, he kept the right Hand as a Flag pole out of the water, on a sea urchin. The hotel doctor rushed in, removed the hedgehogs and barbed for barbed pulled out of the Hand of my father, with which he earned his money. One broke off and the barbed head stuck so deep in the index finger that the doctor could not get out. So the holiday was coming to an end, we flew home, my father complained of paralysis in the Hand, and swore to bring his body never again in such a dangerous situation. Fortunately, his Finger left the force, and he was able to continue his career at the piano. Nevertheless, he showed the mosquito at every opportunity, the small black dot on his Finger that was supposedly a Fragment of the spine.Christiane Tauzher: The Pubertäterin
Since puberty, our daughter, the mosquito, shortly after her 13. Birthday in your violence, we keep the Windows closed so the neighbors call the police. The Pubertäterin is not loud and unpredictable, when she sleeps, just like a Wombat, or eat – what you do for luck often.
The stories I tell - a journalist, 41, from Vienna, married to Olaf, a 46 - here, not act, of course, the Pubertäterin in my family. No. They come from my thriving imagination or come from other families. There, it is arg in the other families ... ;-)
"watch," he said to her, "it's not happening to you so like me back then."
Wombi took the Opi at their word, and fitted, for safety reasons, to move as little as possible. My Attempts to find a suitable sports for you, failed. Even before the walk with the dog, you tried to push yourself every day. Only when I played the last card, the mobile phone withdrawal, she crawled out of bed, and she painted carefully, left surly the house, marched up to the end of the road and sat there, where the stream flowed over to a public Bank. Hardly they sat, she began to make phone calls, and the dog lay in the Grass at her feet. So a walk "" in the Wombi.
The rash, that something had to change, was their gym teacher, who told me on the day something of a bad condition, and lack of endurance: "you need to motivate your child to move. Go ahead with good example of that."
The Saturday was rained out, and the Wombi took out a day. With the words, "today, we go it" I woke you on Sunday. As a tonic, I had prepared a bowl of muesli with fruit, they had no desire.
"If you eat before you Run anything, you will get faster tired," I said. That was exactly the Plan. No sooner had we left the house, she complained about cold feet.
"The passes again, if you move a bit," I said cheerfully and gave a comfortable warm-up-speed.
"I have to tie the Shoe band is new," she said after about fifty meters and stopped. For safety, tape the second."totally stupid and over the top"
"go on," cried I, as the Wombi again raised. I was tripping along highly motivated to set a good example on the spot, what was stupid, the mosquito is "totally exaggerated". "I'm cool", I explained to her.
she rolled her eyes and fell into a lumbering trot, as if she had Weights on the feet. After another fifty meters, we had reached the Creek below our house and passed THE Bank. The Wombi stopped and settled down: "I need a break."
"More!", I said and moved her Hand behind me. Groaning, she sat down again, as had already consumed all the forces.
"Look," she cried suddenly, and stopped again, "there's a Mandarin swims over duck. The only urselten."
I just kept on going, because the rare Mandarin ducks we saw every day.
"Oh, God!", called the Wombi suddenly, "the duck is hurt. She's bleeding. Come quickly."
I ran back to the duck First aid. The injury proved on closer inspection, as the red spring.C. Tauzher: The Pubertäterin Boah ey, now you have to give birth yourself!
hundred and fifty meters running.
"I'm hot," complained the Wombi after two hundred and fifty meters.
I took your vest to me. A hundred metres further on your hood and the Loop. It came to us a poodle, contrary to ran.
"Moi, he's cute," said Wombi, walked in front of the doggie in the knee and smalltalkte excited with the poodle woman.
I was far ahead, as the mosquito unlocked finally Groaning and Cursing: "I got a stitch in my side. Did you bring something to drink or eat?"
I replied in the negative. Under these adverse circumstances, explained to me the Wombi, to see you unable to continue. In addition, the Opi told that it could be from a stitch in my side die. In the meantime, had pushed a cloud in front of the sun, and the Wombi felt a chill. After you tightened everything back what they had previously stripped off, she got unexpectedly "pain in the kneecap."and More of Christiane Tauzher
"I'll say it now for the very last Time! Stories from the almost perfect Everyday life of a mother", by Christiane Tauzher, Goldegg Verlag, 14,95 Euro
I gave up. Going, we were on the way home.
Changed something anyway: Wombis walks with the dog are more extensive than in the past. Because "any Philistine" (quote from Wombi) had complained to the police that the Bank was on the river, a popular meeting place for teenagers who smoke, drink, and loud would be. The Philistine had even put beer bottles under the bench and Tilting distributed, before he made proof photos. "And the police believe the crap", echauffierte the Wombi.
stuff there . . The Bank will not be there anymore in any case. Removed.
P. S.: I'd collect Butts of strangers to help my child more movement, I would not even dream of.
P. P. S.: Square, I.
Publish Date : 27 Ekim 2018 Cumartesi 04:11
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