{"id":18725,"date":"2021-06-25T09:45:23","date_gmt":"2021-06-25T07:45:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/?p=18725"},"modified":"2021-06-25T09:45:24","modified_gmt":"2021-06-25T07:45:24","slug":"yvonne-koenderman-over-leenouders-liefde-vandaag-ben-ik-nog-wat-stil-van-de-liefde-en-de-drank","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/2021\/06\/25\/yvonne-koenderman-over-leenouders-liefde-vandaag-ben-ik-nog-wat-stil-van-de-liefde-en-de-drank\/","title":{"rendered":"Yvonne Koenderman over leenouders liefde: &#8216;Vandaag ben ik nog wat stil van de liefde ( en de drank)&#8230;&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/leenouders-liefde-yk.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/leenouders-liefde-yk.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-18726\" width=\"384\" height=\"512\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/leenouders-liefde-yk.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/leenouders-liefde-yk-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 384px) 100vw, 384px\" \/><\/a><figcaption><strong>Vandaag ben ik nog wat stil van de liefde<br>( en de drank)<\/strong><br>Het leven van leenouders is helemaal niet slecht.<br>Ergens in december werden we een soort van geadopteerd door vrienden van onze dochter.<br>Een leuke knul uit Jamaica en gezellige meid uit Bulgarije. Hij was bezig zijn master hier af te ronden in Rotterdam en zij werkt hier als vertaalster. Bulgaars, Frans ,Engels en Italiaans. Ze hadden elkaar leren kennen in Alaska, waar hij werkte om zijn studie in Nederland te kunnen betalen en zij een baantje had tijdens haar sabbatical. Alaska&#8230;lijkt me schitterend, maar zou bij mij niet omhoog poppen bij de gedachte aan een sabbatical of baan. <br>Nadat het stel ieder weer hun eigen weg ging hielden ze contact en uiteindelijk volgde z\u00edj\u00a0 hem naar Rotterdam, waar uiteindelijk gisteren hun huwelijk voltrokken werd, met dochter als getuige en ons als leenouders die net zo hard een traantje mee pinkte. Eenmaal thuis was het een multicultureel feestje, met de vrienden. (Ex) studenten uit\u00a0 binnen en buitenland die elkaar hebben leren kennen bij thuisbezorgd. <br>Stuk voor stuk een hechte groep vrienden, maar vooral wereldburgers die boven de conflicten van hun culturele achtergronden uitstijgen door wederzijds respect en hechte vriendschap. Ik blijf dus nog wel even stil en vooral trots, dat we als leenouders daar deel van mogen zijn\u00a0<br><br><br>Yvonne Koenderman<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\r\n\t\t<style>\r\n\t\t\t.huge-it-share-buttons {\r\n\t\t\t\tborder:0px solid #0FB5D6;\r\n\t\t\t\tborder-radius:5px;\r\n\t\t\t\tbackground:#3BD8FF;\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t text-align:right; \t\t\t\t\t\t}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t#huge-it-share-buttons-top {margin-bottom:0px;}\r\n\t\t\t#huge-it-share-buttons-bottom {margin-top:0px;}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t.huge-it-share-buttons h3 {\r\n\t\t\t\tfont-size:25px ;\r\n\t\t\t\tfont-family:Arial,Helvetica Neue,Helvetica,sans-serif;\r\n\t\t\t\tcolor:#666666;\r\n\r\n\t\t\tdisplay:block;\t\t\t\tline-height:25px ;\r\n\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t text-align:right; \t\t\t\t\t\t}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t.huge-it-share-buttons ul {\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t float:right; \t\t\t\t\t\t}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t.huge-it-share-buttons ul li {\r\n\t\t\t\tmargin-left:3px;\r\n\t\t\t\tmargin-right:3px;\r\n\t\t\t\tpadding:0px;\r\n\t\t\t\tborder:0px ridge 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