<taps mic> Is this still on?

June 8, 2019 Karen Huber

My back garden smells great. It’s not so much the flowers, but the smoked peppers and tomatoes Matt is grilling for our early-June-but-still-feels-like-March Saturday chili. When we left for America last summer, we should’ve known Ireland would experience tremendous heatwaves and glorious sunshine. This year, though, while we’re happily home in Dublin for the summer, we’ve got cool breezes and intermittent rain showers. My children still leave the house in jackets, gloves and winter hats. We debate the merits of a morning or evening boost of heat. Our clothing is not yet on the line.

But we’re home - right now, for now…

When a TCK graduates

July 7, 2015 Karen Huber

I am the mother of three third culture kids*. And I received permission from the eldest to tell this story. In the last seven years, Jack has attended four different primary schools in three towns in two countries, skipped the first grade, relearned math, switched from...

No, I'm not sad (on sending the youngest to school)

September 10, 2014 Karen Huber

In the course of one week Asher turned five, we sold his buggy and he started primary school. It's fair enough to say I'm suffering a wee bit of parental whiplash, though I have to admit: I'm not all that sad.

The naive optimism of summer "holidays"

June 14, 2013 Karen Huber

Ok, "summer" break. We've got a bit of a discrepancy.

My calendar says you are blissfully 2 weeks away. I have counted on your fashionably late arrival, chuckling on the inside as my friends welcome their wee children home in the middle of May.

I, too, love my children and look with naive optimism to the lazy, long days of summer, wherein bedtime routines are not as frantic, early morning brushing of teeth not as important. But this is not the point.

The point is, you are coming between us, my children and I.

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