Happy Birthday, Ru!! -2017.04.23.- daysonpaper.com

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!

Dear Ruben,

Never in my life have I felt such completeness as I did five years ago when they placed you on my chest and we finally got to know each other. I remember your weight as you lay on me after you were born, I remember how comforting your warmth was, and I couldn’t get enough of the thought that you were mine—tangible and irrevocably mine. I looked at you and tried to take in every detail: the color of your eyes, your milk-blond hair, the wrinkles on your forehead, breathing in your baby scent, trying to guess why you moved the way you did. Every day (and every night…) I saw something new in you, until one day you found your voice, then you stood up, later you started walking, and then you called me “mom,” learned to give kisses, and to speak.

It was a process I could only live through once with you, and I’m sure you know this, but I want to say it anyway: every moment was precious, and I would never trade a single minute of it for anything.

And now, as another year has passed—your fifth already—it seems natural to see you speeding down the sledding hill at your birthday party and receiving books as gifts that you can already read. But believe me, it’s never going to feel natural to me that you exist and that you will be capable of more and more, because you are unique, unrepeatable, and everything I have ever wanted from life. When I look at you, I see the infinite possibilities within you: in your determination, your faith, your passion. I see it in the way you play, in your face when you concentrate, and even in the everyday tantrums, I see the million chances you have inside you for happiness.

I wish for all your desires to come true—whatever you consider worthy of yourself. May you be brave, wise, and humble in the face of life, and may life open doors for you where you can make good decisions.

May God keep you safe for a long time, my little one!

Mom
xxx