Christmas

About Us

Welcome to our little virtual corner! I’m a single mother raising my wonderful son, Ruben, who has grown into a remarkable teenager. For years, I was the sole breadwinner as a Krav Maga instructor, balancing the challenges of parenthood and work on my own.

When Ruben started kindergarten, I embarked on a new journey by studying healthcare management at Semmelweis University, specializing in health tourism management. After graduating, I began working in my field and experienced firsthand the tragic impact of the COVID-19 pandemic while serving as a healthcare manager in a state hospital.

As the pandemic subsided, I transitioned into private healthcare, where I currently work as a practice manager. Meanwhile, our family moved from a small town to Vác, a charming historic Danube riverside city near Budapest.

Here, we embrace the everyday moments and joys of life together. If you want to hear more stories about us, you’re warmly invited to visit the original Daysonpaper blog at S&Ru’s Diary on daysonpaper.blog.hu.

So I decided to try living for a year on an international stage and see if there are other mothers in similar shoes for whom this diary could be a support on the harder days—just as it has been a support for me when I was able to look beyond the difficulties and sincerely believe in my own strength.

Thank you for stopping by!

This holiday passed undeservedly quickly, and by the time we had visited and indulged every family member, we barely had one evening left of Christmas to spend quietly at home in pajamas, relaxing with just our close family. I’m considering introducing new traditions next year to see if they work out—for example, on the first day of Advent, not only decorating the house but also putting up the Christmas tree. I’ve noticed this tradition in several families, and although I initially approached it with some hesitation (we always set up the tree on the morning of the 24th), over the years I’ve grown so accustomed to it that I’ve even started to like it—partly for the time efficiency, but mostly because it extends the Christmas spirit.

Another thing I definitely plan to do differently next Christmas is gingerbread baking. It’s simply physically impossible to squeeze all the different kinds of cookies I plan every year into one day—and of course, I never finish. Or if I do, it’s worse: I collapse into bed in the evening, satisfied but utterly exhausted from the effort, which—perhaps it comes with age, haha—is becoming less and less worth it for me. I’d rather bake three half-batches of gingerbread on December weekends and save the decorating for afternoons when I really enjoy playing with golden sprinkles and white fondant.

And one more thing: this year I became aware for the first time that December 24th (and unfortunately the 25th as well) passes at the same pace as any other day of the year, no matter how much we want to stretch it out with elevated moods, sincere love, and delicious treats. Because of that, while it lasted, we tried to store beautiful memories inside ourselves and give them to Ru as well. Most of all, the elemental essence of Christmas: that family surrounds us, that we need peace alongside the busy weekdays, and that there will always be those who love each other unconditionally.