Hellooo to snow in Cyprus! and now that it has mounted up on our mountains, skiing is going to be my new thing. This desire of mine has eluded me since my wish to go on a winter honeymoon was overruled. Well settled in my comfort zone I allowed the idea of taking up the sport pass me by. Now there is no stopping me. Wakeboarding and water skiing also took me by surprise in the summer. Obviously my ‘let me live it up’ button is fully switched on. I think the whole population in Cyprus has hit our snow- capped mountains this Winter. I don’t know if it’s just me but everyone is skiing, that explains why all our shops have sold out of skiing gear! Typical!

‘Tell me the truth mum, I’m all grown up now, Santa doesn’t really exist, does he? It’s you and dad that put all the presents under the Christmas tree and in our stocking,’ reasoned my 10-year-old son. It’s the age they deserve to know the truth. But I refuse to spoil the magic, deep down my boy wants to believe in this magic and so do I, to be honest. My job as a mother is to make sure this lasts for as long as possible.

Living on the island of Cyprus and more specifically Limassol, which is along the coast, I have never appreciated its natural beauties. I am known as a winter person who enjoys her coats, knits and boots, cold winter nights, herbal teas, attention-grabbing TV series and page- turning books.Having in mind that our winters in Cyprus are mild, with our sun barely going into hiding, I have learnt to withstand the sunshine and just look forward to my few months of winter, because that’s all we get here. Endless summers have gone by, finding me do nothing at all to make the most of them. Going to the beach with the family at weekends and not swimming was pretty much it.

Not one, not two but three. They say all good things come in threes. Having baby numero uno you feel that all eyes are on you and that you are the centre of the universe. You are the only one! No one has ever been in your situation before and it is the most important event in the history of the world.

Whilst pregnant you feel calm, smile a lot, crave attention and wait for your baby to grow. People tell you their dream labour stories and their hellish ones and you believe them! You educate yourself by picking the best seller baby books and searching the web for the ‘it’ baby names. Or as tradition in our culture has it, you either submit to the pressure of naming your baby after your parents or in-laws or you don’t – I did! My first born was named traditionally after my father in law, and my daughter after my mother. Duty done, or so I thought, I chose a name for my third but I still get the occasional dig!

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