Ten years ago our mom of the week, Maya, met her Dutch husband Erwin. Now they are parents of a six-year-old Naama and Boaz who just turned four. Maya grew up in Israel, studied and did the obligatory military service there before moving abroad. She was familiar with the Netherlands before meeting her husband, but never thought she’d be living in Holland – but as faith would often have it, it’s exactly where she ended up. Just like most expats, being far from extended family has taught Maya other ways of having a safety net around her, and she feels Delft MaMa is now her family, too. “For me Delft MaMa is one of the strongest attraction points of Delft. For all of us who don’t have a family here, this group of wonderful people is it”, Maya declares.Read More »Delft Mama of the week: Maya
“I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike…” sang Queen years ago. Statistics say this is what you have to do while living in Holland. There are more bikes in The Netherlands than people. Babies are transported on a bike as soon as they can sit. Cycling in a tight skirt and high heels to work is absolutely normal. Grandmothers do it. Politicians and businessmen do it. So you should do it too. Ride your bike!
Delft Mama of the week, Agnès, is for the second time on the blog spotlight after her love story with her partner was published last April. Their son, Max, was born in Delft, but Agnès believes that motherhood would have changed her tempo even if they lived somewhere else. “I’m going at half a speed of what I used to. I used to be always on schedule, because I was working and I had an extensive social life in Barcelona where I come from. I had my family there, so most Sundays we had the Sunday roast at my grandparents place. I was always squeezing a lot of things to one. When we moved to Delft, suddenly I had an empty diary. I have been able to fill that agenda with different stuff of my interest, like the Indian Film Festival in the Hague that I am going to take part in the coordination of. But I’m also taking less commitments. I do like to have a slower tempo.”Read More »Delft Mama of the week: Agnès
Finally, school is out for the summer! Many of you will be probably traveling to see family or friends, or just to have a break in some exotic place. But for the next 6 weeks, whether you will be around for a longer period or a short one, there is so much to enjoy during the summer break in Delft and surroundings.Read More »Summer holidays are here
Behind each of our Delft MaMa munchkins, there is a father too, and today it’s the day to pamper, spoil them and help our kids make them feel special because it’s VADERDAG.
Read along what makes some of the men in our community one of a kind.
Read More »Fathers on the spotlight – Fijne Vaderdag!
My eldest son was born at 32 weeks, exactly eight weeks premature. I had wanted a home birth with no intervention. That didn’t happen. He spent one month in Delft hospital, before he was finally allowed home with us. It was a rollercoaster ride. This is our story.Read More »Positive Birth Story: Caroline
Delft Mama of the week, Fabi, is a relatively fresh face to the city and runs the DMM Instagram account since a couple of weeks. The family of three moved to the Netherlands after living in Asia for years. “I always thought about the things we have in common: we were living in China and all the things that were very symbolic to China in some point were also very symbolic to Delft, for instance the Delft Blue china.” Read More »Delft Mama of the week: Fabi
1. You know you are a mum with double standards when… You tell your kid that he should not eat candy whilst you sneakily unwrap a chocolate bar, fly it into your mouth and wolf it down with not even moving your jaw.
2. You know you are a pram pusher when, when you walk with no pram to push, you still go leaning forward and with your arms semi-flexed and rock a shopping trolley back and forth.
3. You know you are usually cycling with your kid when… you go singing, whistling and pointing at yellow cranes even when he is not around. Read More »You know you are a mother when…