I’m sure it’s a very proud moment for any parent when they realise that they have a gifted child. They will do everything in their power to get their child involved with the right people. Sadly these gifts often come at a cost. They don’t just cost time and money but for many a kid it costs their childhood.
As a mother of three young children I often wonder what areas my girls will excel in. Of course it is quite possible to mould them into the shape that best suits you. I’d like to think that when the time comes I’ll support them in any way I possibly can.
I often observe parents and judge them for pushing their kids too hard. The question I guess would be where to draw the line between children who are naturally gifted and those who need a nudge to bring out the best in them.
So to the dad who shouts the gym down urging his nine year-old to do a medley of strokes instead of messing around in the pool. To the mom who refuses to let her child go out to enjoy a beautiful summer day and instead practice an instrument. I hope it’s their dream you are nurturing and not reliving your own lost dream.
Every child is special in their own way…I guess some are just more special and that is something we all have to live with!
I’ve been wondering for some time now about the necessity of some of the truths or should I say observations of some people. Why do people find it necessary to point out the obvious like weight gain and justify their comments by saying ” I’m just being honest”
That is not the kind of honesty I’m interested in if I want an opinion I generally ask for one. I have now come to my own conclusion that these kind of people either have the inability to bridle their tongues or they have inadequacies which they attempt to cover lest the person they meet suffers from the same chronic brutal honesty that affects them.
So after a few run ins with these brutally honest citizens I’ve decided to make every effort to be kind to people I meet and give an opinion if one is required of me.
Being able to be a stay at home mom is not something I take very lightly. I know it won’t be forever so I will cherish every moment that I have with my young daughters.
Many of my working friends say they would love the opportunity to stay at home and unfortunately it is just not possible.
The social aspect is what I miss the most about going out to work. Just adult conversation and a certain kind of freedom made the day worthwhile.
Presently my life consists mainly of routine activities for my daughters of which brushing their teeth is the activity I dislike most.
I love my girls and wouldn’t change my life as it is now. On the other hand it is quite shocking how dramatically my life has changed since getting married and having babies. I guess a day in the life of a mother is exactly that, a general evolving from being self-centred to putting my precious offspring ahead of me.
A mothers love.
I’ve read several articles following the death of Amy Winehouse. I can’t help but feel absolute pity for her. Her life proves that money can buy many things but not contentment.
It seems her childhood dream was to be a famous performer. She got the dream and sadly a whole lot of baggage as well.
Many tributes from very famous people have been publicised via many social network sites. That in itself I find really shallow but I guess it’s the world we now live in. The common thread was the fact that she had absolutely no self control and was a deeply troubled soul.
Sadly her life ended in the most traumatic way…famous and alone! I read a tribute which said” hope you find the peace you hoped for in life in death”
Death the leveler!
The weather was absolutely glorious today! Whenever the day starts off bright and glorious it makes me want to be young again. Life just seems to be filled with endless possibilities and that makes me want to smile.
It’s kind of crazy how the weather can affect a persons mood. On days like today I just want to smile at and greet every living soul I see. Everything about my life seems positive!
So here’s to more sunny days and endless joy, well maybe not endless, but I sure will make the most of this most wonderful time of the year!
The end of the weekend has arrived and it always seems like it’s been on fast forward. Thankfully tomorrow will be the official start to the summer holiday!
I have had a very busy weekend which is quite unusual. It was a good change from entertaining my girls. Most of it was socializing with other adults which is a gift in itself.
Sharing stories and hearty laughs always makes me feel so alive. Life would be really dull if we didn’t get a chance to share in each others lives. So I’m extremely blessed to have wonderful people in my life whom I call friends.
Yesterday young British nurse was charged on suspicion of injecting insulin into saline drips. As a result of these terrible actions five patients have died to date.
Of course this kind of incident does shock you because everybody now realises that they are at the mercy of medical staff. Now negligence due to sheer stupidity is just stupidity at the end of the day and hopefully it doesn’t result in injury or death.
Intentional criminal negligence is just unacceptable and should be punishable by a prison sentence in my opinion.
It’s just so hard to fathom why anybody would do something so cruel. If a patient cannot feel safe in their hospital bed then there is a real problem.
Innocent until proven otherwise, so I’ll watch this case unfold with much interest and hopefully the families of the deceased will get the answers they are desperately in need of!
Now I don’t consider myself a sceptic but watching the news tonight really made me wonder what direction the world is moving. Of course we now know that the recent prediction for the world to end did not pan out.
Greece is in crisis and the value of money is at a rather critical stage!
Then there was the story of the starving Somalians which really broke my heart. A mother should never have to see her child starving and have absolutely no inclination where to find help. I really hate that in the world there are so many people wasting while others struggle just to get the basics!
I guess the poor will always be among us but it doesn’t hurt to do the best we can to help the less fortunate. After all sharing is caring.
I read an article about a group of women in South Africa who are assisting single moms to get child maintenance that their children deserve from dads who insist on dodging their responsibility.
Now I’ve met many moms who’ve grown weary of fighting for maintenance for their children. While I’ve not had any experience personally in this matter. Having children I know it costs a small fortune to raise them.
Of course there are many sides to this story and it can get very complicated. I guess the goal is ultimately that we all want our children to be provided for.
Let me just say I know it’s not just moms raising children on their own but also some amazing dads. I say amazing because nurturing is mainly regarded as a moms work.
In the final analysis I guess the parties need to be fair. I know of some women who just get greedy and will not let the father of their child have a decent life with their new family.
It is quite a sad state of affairs and just blogging the subject makes me angry!
My wish is that every child would be cared for adequately and the parents get along civilly even if it’s just for the sake of their precious angels!
Having been raised and educated in South Africa it really is still quite strange that my girls have come to the end of an academic year in July and not December. Everything about it just seems wrong at the moment.
My four year old finishes at nursery in a matter of days then it’s off to primary school. I guess I’ll be spending my holiday searching for a uniform for a little person who in my opinion shouldn’t even be wearing one! She is so excited to be joining her older sister.
This is the first year that I’ve had my girls in the british education system and they have both done extremely well. I have no fears for the coming year as I have no doubt that they will continue to do well.
In the meantime I look forward to a long summer which is hopefully filled with lots of warm sunshine.
I’ve often wondered about the psychology behind stage fright. Personally I’ve found whether I get a fair warning or I’m put on the spot my reaction is almost always the same. Sweaty palms, dry mouth and restlessness. Of course once I get going I settle down completely but that panic stricken feeling just before the event leaves me feeling rather insecure.
Today after many years I performed with a choir and while I was prepared there was something about standing in front of those people who had me wobbly kneed! It seems rather crazy because the general idea is that there is safety in numbers.
So while I come to terms with my stage fright I look forward to the day when I’ll be at complete ease. If that day ever comes!
I’m always very fascinated at the way people push the fashion boundaries. I’ve always been ultra conservative in the way that I dress and have never been one to follow fashion wherever it may go.
However I do realise that if we all dressed the same we might as well be robots. Every now and again I push the fashion boat out to deeper waters but soon realise that being out of my depth is a very uncomfortable place for me. So while people may not be looking to me to set a trend I sure love taking note of people’s attire.
Old fashioned are the words that spring to mind when I honestly assess my wardrobe. It becomes quite apparent that staying within the boundaries can result as in my case your entire wardrobe looking like you work for a funeral parlour. Try as I may I always seem to end up choosing black.
Now the trend setters are the ones who make catwalk fashion seem as regular as denim and a shirt are to be truly admired. The ones who make you think such things are a possibility.
On the other hand there exists a group of people who leave you wondering if they’ve lost a bet and now parade the malls in what can only be described as a fashion disaster. I often wonder if they do this to be noticed or are they in fact the real trend setters and I the fashion victim!
I guess it takes a special kind of person to dress outside the box. I am not that person. Are you?
Who decides what constitutes an odd couple? I guess it all comes down to personal preference. Still I’m one of those cynics who often tries to figure out exactly what people who decide to date each other have in common. Is it actually possible that sometimes they have absolutely nothing in common?
When my husband and I started dating there were many people who were puzzled by our interest in each other. It was at a very early point in our relationship that I decided I would not give an explanation. So all these years later I’m not sure that we have anything in common. I do know that my life would be dull without him.
So as I go along and meet some of the strangest looking and functioning people I have got to always remember “different strokes for different folks”
It’s been quite some time now since I’ve decided to have a positive attitude towards people I meet for the first time. I must admit it’s not been very easy. I really love meeting people and making friends but sometimes it seems almost impossible to get a conversation going.
There is nothing more frustrating than drawing conversation like water from a rock. At this point I usually have to admit that it’s a pointless exercise.
Of course making friends as you get older doesn’t get easier because people usually have their circle of friends. My daughters always amaze me by the ease with which they get conversations going with kids at the gym or in the park. When I ask about the other child all they know is that they’ve had fun! So maybe it’s just me who makes meeting people like a task.
So as I continue to weave my web of friendship I realise that people are individuals with their own agendas. I shall endeavour to be a good friend who does not judge people at face value!
The apprentice is one of my favourite reality programmes (the British version of course). I find it really fascinating and I think it’s because the contestants are everything I’ll never be. I think it takes a certain kind of person to be mean and ruthless.
Of course there are many aspects to this rather lengthy job interview. The business ideas and brainstorming. The participants are to be admired for their resilience and general thick skin.
Of course when I’ve been in employment I’ve come across many different characters and you quickly differentiate between the one you can count on and the ones who have selfish motives.
Come to think of it being in an environment where people have their own selfish motives can be really tough. So glad to be having a break from that stressful dynamic. The only motive I’m concerned with is mine.
Having done way too many trips from the airport there are quite sadly just two things you could possibly be doing there. Saying hello is by far the nicest!
Standing in the arrivals and peering through the crowd as if the person you’re meeting might possibly miss your arrival. Then waving wildly and running towards them. It really is the most wonderful feeling. My favourite response is when people start gesturing “over here” as if the person they are meeting might possibly go off with somebody else. I am not referring to the name wielding tour guide operators.
Saying goodbye is really quite awful and I’ve had way too many experiences particularly in my adult life. On many occasions I’d take my kids to the airport to see my husband off and just lost the ability to hold it together. At this point the child in you sets in and you find yourself not too far from holding onto a leg and being dragged through the departure lounge.
The airport is truly a place of many contrasts economy class vs business class, hand luggage vs excess luggage, single folk vs family units, rookies vs seasoned travellers. There are so many stories and yet to you and I our story would definitely be the one worth listening to!
Today was the final day for sightseeing with my extended family. Most of the family will return to South Africa tomorrow and I hope they’ve enjoyed being here as much as I’ve enjoyed it. My parents will stay on for two more weeks I couldn’t imagine everybody leaving at the same time. The void would’ve been too much.
So for the next few days I will start to prepare myself for “empty nest syndrome” I shall miss all the laughter and socializing. This time in my life will be remembered among the most memorable. The year my family came to England and conquered it.
So another countdown begins, my life returning to that of a regular immigrant!
Today my husband and I had afternoon tea with my parents at their holiday apartment. Sunday afternoon tea was a tradition we always enjoyed in South Africa. Just a bit sad we didn’t get to enjoy my mothers traditional scones. On the other hand we had the most amazing cakes which were provided by my very talented cousin. The joy of having some family in England.
Tradition is so important to me. Having a family of my own I love to make a tradition out of anything really. My girls are so special but very different so it requires some skill to please them. There are some traditions that I’ve kept from my childhood like opening gifts on Christmas eve way before midnight. Sunday lunch is a tradition I got rid of quite easily. As someone who doesn’t enjoy cooking any day of the week I prefer to have a rest from the kitchen. So my girls look forward to eating out on a Sunday.
I guess it’s different strokes for different folks. I hope one day when my girls are all grown up they will enjoy creating traditions of their own!
What is this life if full of care?
We have no time to stand and stare…
Spent most of the day standing and staring. It’s so awesome to be able to take time to enjoy the beautiful sights and sounds. The flowers are in full bloom at the moment and you can’t help but feel alive.
Life gets so monotonous and you find yourself in the rut of life as usual! Every now and again it’s a real boost to just take time out from the mundane things and smell the coffee or in this case to smell Britain in full bloom!
Can’t believe how quickly this day has gone. It’s still Friday in my life and today my dad turned 60.
The family has had the most amazing day celebrating this occasion with him.
My dad is truly one of a kind and deserves all the totally amazing things he is blessed with.
The extended family has travelled to England from South Africa and that in itself is truly monumental. My family and I are really fortunate to have had this time together with them. They leave in about four days I don’t really want to think about it because I’m not ready for that reality.
Family are so amazing and they make everything twice as nice. So as this day finally ends I want to wish the most amazing father all the very best for the future. I have no doubt that his future is very bright and fruitful.
Happy Birthday Dad.
Today I met with my three-year old’s teacher to get some feedback on her progress in nursery before she heads on over to primary school in September.
It was a glowing report which left me teary eyed and very proud. She had excelled in every area and her teacher sang her praises the entire time.
After the dust had settled I started thinking about the children who didn’t do as well. I never want to appear as being proud but I am. My princess works very hard and she deserves the praise.
So tonight as I lay my head on my pillow I will spare a thought for all the children who work really hard but don’t often get the expected results. I’ll also spare a thought for parents who make every effort to encourage their children to do the best they can.
I guess at the end of the day all parents are proud of their children’s achievements and that’s all that really matters to each precious child!
Today my firstborn turned six years old. Where did the time go? I can honestly remember the day she was born as though it was just this morning. While I’m sad to see her grow so fast I don’t think I want to go back to those early days of feeling like a prisoner to all things new.
Having worked in a nursery and looked after countless newborn babies I was not prepared in any way for the challenge of motherhood. Our lives had changed forever! There were so many unknowns for us as new parents. Looking back now it seemed rather easy but at the time it was a mountain too high.
My princess is now at school and doing extremely well. I see her growing and advancing in so many wonderful ways. I guess the journey of her growing up will be etched in my memory. Time is marching on!
Today I visited the mall as I usually do. While I enjoy shopping on the high street I absolutely love the malls. I consider myself to be a city girl even though I grew up in a place called “sleepy hollow”.
Every spare moment I get I hope on down to the mall. Even though I’m not a seasoned shopper I really enjoy trawling the mall! Whenever I cruise around it reminds me of the home I left behind. The only difference is that I don’t ever bump into old friends.
The awesome coffee shops make the trip well worth it!