Strange how life just carries on for many parents who have children who are just able to cope. I’ve never really given much thought to kids in my girls classes who may have difficulty learning. Of course we should praise our kids when they do well and perhaps even an occasional reward. My six-year-old is an excellent reader and loves new words so I’ve stopped rewarding her for doing exceptionally well in her spelling tests all she gets now is a “well done Charis”.
After watching the documentary my child’s not perfect I did feel quite sad for the families who have to cope with Tourette’s syndrome, autism, mutism and attention deficit disorder. I have no doubt that they don’t want pity just understanding from people while they try to find a way to cope with a difficult situation. While I’ll never fully understand the dynamics of a family with a child who needs specialised care. I do know what it’s like to be a mother and wanting the absolute best for your child.
Children are a gift and while they come in different shapes and sizes one fact remains they are all very special.
Have you made a child feel special today?
I’ve never been much of an arts and crafts person which is quite sad because it can be quite therapeutic. I have however enjoyed puzzles and colouring books for the longest time. Once my girls got a tad older I realised it was a wonderful way to encourage their creativity and by older I mean once they could hold a crayon, paint brush and the cutest little animal shaped scissors.
Yesterday they got to experience some of their amazing work at a mini exhibition. We’ve all been working on some amazing elements for the story “room on the broom” and we got to see many of those elements come to life.
From green screen adventures resulting in us flying on a broom to life-size cutouts of my six-year Charis’ art. It was brilliant.
So all in all it was a brilliant afternoon of socializing with a dash of pride. I’m looking forward to many more days filled with awesome creativity!
I’ve been a fan of the beautiful game of football from as far back as I can remember. In a previous post I wrote about how I came to be an Arsenal supporter well the truth is I’m really just one of a large group of fans. You see I think that supporters shout about their team whether they’re up or down. They make every effort to watch their games and if an opportunity to watch them live arose they would not even consider the cost. Supporters are like family and stick around for life.
Now fans on the other hand tend to be less loyal when it comes to the welfare of their team. Verbal when there’s a victory absent during losses. Fans also find it very hard to see the bright side when confronted with dark days. I’ve recently started watching Arsenal play again but the disappointment can be so overwhelming that I usually promise never to watch another game. I know I’m so very fickle but that’s the response of a fan!
I have no intentions of becoming a supporter its way too much work. Fan for life!
About ten days ago the Italian cruise liner Costa Concordia ran into some serious trouble after it sailed to close to the shore. The death toll continues to mount. No doubt it would’ve been every passengers nightmare to hear the call to evacuate the vessel.
I watched an interview with one of the many survivors. She was an employee who worked as a magicians assistant and was in a box when the first jolt was felt. The thing that became quite apparent from her account was the struggle to get off the ship and the desire to live. Nothing else mattered at that moment except getting to the shore and being reunited with loved ones.
No doubt more tales of the struggle to survive will emerge and even more finger-pointing and the blame game between the captain and owners of the ship. Searching of the ship will continue with many still unaccounted for!
It’s been exactly a month since Bianca Couch a young South African went missing. I don’t know her personally but I can’t stop thinking of her and praying for her safe return. No doubt her family are restless and searching for answers and my wish is that those answers would come soon because nobody should suffer from a life filled with uncertainty.
My daughter Gemma was just two and a half years old when she wandered off at a rather busy BBC good food show. While I’m usually a very laid back person at that moment I lost my ability to think clearly. I was frozen and immediately following that moment was a flood of tears and uncontrolled whimpering. Fortunately I was with my husband who held it together long enough to go to the right people. After twenty minutes of anguish we were reunited with our little girl and yet another flood of tears followed. We travelled home in silence and that night she slept in our bed where we could watch her.
While I realise that my experience is probably dust compared to what the family of this young lady are going through. To be faced with the prospect of losing someone you love and not knowing what the outcome will be can make even the strongest of people feel helpless. So here’s hoping that her family will have the peace that every family deserves!
Those who hurt you in the past can’t keep hurting you today without your permission.
Stop rehearsing it – release it!
Love this quote by Rick Warren
My two-year old Gabrielle Justine decided it was time to give herself a haircut. Having been through the hair cutting phase with my other two daughters I was shocked but not completely surprised. When I questioned her about the incident she had no excuse and seemed happy with the results.
I’ve now had time to inspect the damage and I’m now seriously considering having her hair cut professionally so she doesn’t have this neglected look about her. Needless to say she is protesting the decision alas the morning will tell!
Today I spent the day at a beautiful spa. I feel so blessed to have wonderful people in my life whose company I appreciate.
My dear husband did a fantastic job looking after our daughters while I was recharging my batteries.
So thankful for the gift of friendship. Old and new friends alike!
How do you get to a rainbow? Has anybody ever touched a rainbow? Is there really a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?
Thought I’d just put that out there! I love rainbows and I just wondered if I could possibly get really close to one and perhaps touch it. I guess everybody has some random thoughts which might not make sense to the next person.
Please don’t let me be alone on this crazy train of thought. I might just consider becoming a rainbow chaser!
This evening my two older daughters decided that they no longer eat cottage pie (mince and mash). They haven’t given me a solid reason apart from the childish response “we just don’t like it anymore” This presents a bit of a problem for me because I’ve adopted a four-day eating plan and the weekend signals the beginning of an eating out frenzy!
I thought back to my childhood and unless you were allergic to a particular type of food you basically ate whatever you were given. As an adult I now have a simple rule unless I’ve tried it once I don’t just refuse. However, there are food memories forever etched in my memory like mealie rice (much like risotto), corned beef and pork pies I have no desire to eat any of them ever again.
So I’ve decided to cut my girls some slack and perhaps they’ll rekindle their taste for one of my signature dishes! Perhaps now is a good time to introduce them to another of my favourite childhood classics macaroni and cheese. All I can do is try and hope for the best!
Whilst questioning my two school going girls about school dinners I quickly realised what a different schooling experience I had. Of course it is questioning now but in about ten years I’m sure they’ll call it interrogation.
As far as I know the only schools which served cooked dinners were the ones with hostel dwellers. So coming to England and finding that school dinners are a normal part of the school day took me by surprise. As a late riser not having to prepare packed lunches was an absolute gift. This gift didn’t last long as my girls soon returned with tales of woe. They now eat school dinners twice a week. Wednesday is a roast dinner and Friday its pizza.
My six year old was shocked when I told her we had a tuck-shop at school. I laughed when she asked me questions like…how did they know which kids had allergies? Did they sell any whole grain? What about fruit and healthy snacks? Could you buy any treat you wanted?
It was at this point that I realised I was miles from everything that influenced my childhood.
Tomorrow my girls go back to school after their Christmas break. While I’m really happy for a bit of breathing space and a break from endless cartoons and all things animated. Even stranger is their excitement to return to school. I suspect it’s mainly due to the planned report on their Christmas gifts. No doubt the thrill of being back at school will quickly subside once Friday arrives with homework.
Now all I have to do is master the art of getting to the alarm clock before it gets to me. Night school would be such a convenient option for a sleepy head mom like me!
I would love to think that everybody has a habit which if it doesn’t drive them crazy certainly drives the people close to them to the edge of insanity. I have two such habits one which I’m totally aware of and the other is an involuntary habit!
The first habit is my amazing ability to crush hard candy with my teeth. Today I did what comes naturally to me and attempted to crush a mint imperial immediately after placing it in my mouth and what followed was absolute shock and horror. My very fragile tooth which was painstakingly worked on less than a fortnight ago literally crumbled with the sweet. Right now I’m absolutely petrified of returning to the dentist especially since her final instructions included looking after the tooth and trying to eat on the opposite side. This is not looking good. Believe me it doesn’t look good I’ve inspected the site with my very own dental mirror!
Sadly all of my habits include my teeth. The second is slightly more embarrassing and I’m happy for the opportunity to come clean. For the second time in my adult life I was informed by a dentist that I grind my teeth while I sleep. I guess it could be worse I could grind them in the mall. So after going through the various stages of being told you have a chronic problem I accepted the help offered. I am now the proud owner of a retainer for night use and am hoping to put this grinding to rest.
Here’s hoping for fewer teething problems in 2012!