A Postcard A Day - Sunday 2 February 2025 - Second in the 2nd

 Hello lovely girls,

Today I revisit a blog page I wrote on the 14th of February 2015. It's about a scrapbook page about my son in Italy, when he was younger. We didn't have a relationship back then as he was living with my ex. My ex died when my son was 16. My son's girlfriend lived round the corner and her family practically adopted him. 

In 2015 I was hoping to develop our relationship further He will be 50 in 2026 (next year, yikes!). He married the above-mentioned girlfriend and they have a son called Luciano who is now 10 years old. Our relationship is much better now and I get on very well with my daughter-in-law. 

My son visited me in Spain last summer with his family. In April I am booked to go and visit them all in Italy and attend Luciano's first communion.

Here is my 'Second on the 2nd', which I will link with Elizabeth and Bluebeard's blog.

In spite of my mojo still being on holiday, I made myself make a scrapbook page. I know from experience that I just have to start. At some point my mojo will come back when he sees I’m working without him!

Some of you have asked to see my new washi tape in action and there it is under the photo. Well, at least one of the tapes. I bought several (see previous blog). 

Olive green was in the palette of the CSI challenge that I like to do. (Colors, Stories and Inspiration. http://csicolorstoriesinspiration.ning.com/

I tried to do ‘messy’ but the whole thing didn’t come together. Oh well... still waiting for Mr Mojo.

The photo was taken in 1989 when my son was living with his dad in Italy. He and his childminder spent a summer with me. I have many good memories from that summer.

The journaling reads:

“When I divorced your father I had to let go of you too. That was hard. A mother has to let go at some stage but you were 12 years old and that was difficult. In the summer of 1989 you came to visit me in Rotterdam with your former childminder Lilla. That was the last time I saw you until you were an adult twelve years later.”

My son is now 39 years old and we are gradually building our relationship again. He and his wife now have a baby boy, whom I hope to meet next month when we travel to Italy.

Thanks for visiting,

CU soon

Lisca